#thereaping

[j0rdanvic]

I just watched The Reaping (2007)

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_1117 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

[carlottaeichorst1960blog]

[familyman2468]

A reaper drawing based off of a Spawn comic cover.

[tothestarsdeathdoula]

Omnis Vir Lupus

Everyone a Wolf - Sevro au Barca

[smotch-entertainment]

Listen To: Asking For The Reaper by SMOTCH A disturbing song about being misunderstood and sick of live, but not able to commit suicide, so instead ask for the reaper to come an do it’s fucking job.

[smutup]

ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: The Reaper by Garry Michael ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ “I chose to live my life in the shadows, and one day it could get me killed.” Obliterate. Extinguish. Repeat. Serving justice was my specialty. I was a ruthless monster, a fierce hunter, a mad sadist, and the list went on. But one thing I wasn’t… hunted. A failed ambush had me questioning everything I knew, and I would track whoever was responsible for the attack on me if it was the last thing I’d ever do. Then I met the vagabond priest, drifting from one mission to the next, looking for a place to call home. The innocent and divine priest turned out to be anything but. I was addicted, and once I had my claws in something, I stopped at nothing to get what I wanted. One problem. The sinfully beautiful Father Saint James forced me to face my fears and I held nothing back. He was a forbidden fruit and after I had a bite, he had me spilling my darkest secrets including a labyrinth of an underground society with a questionable moral compass. Too bad I had to kill him now. #currentlyreading #newrelease #thereaper #darkromancereads #mmromance https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpau52ur56T/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[graveyardpublishing]

Prologue

How do you know if you have a soul? I’m fairly certain I don’t, but I’m not sure if I was born without one, or if I was slowly stripped of it. I do know I’m a monster, I take after my father like that. I wonder if my mother saw too much of me in him. Is that why she left and didn’t take me with her? Did she already know I was a lost cause? That I wasn’t worth saving?

I was born during one of the harshest winters our town has ever seen, with record breaking snowfall levels and temperature drops. I always knew my name represented winter and it always seemed fitting for it to be my favorite season; I love the harsh bite from the cold wind.

I love watching everything die as the frost moves in, I come alive in winter. Fitting that death comes alive when everything else goes to ground. What I never realized is that I would become the full embodiment of my name.

Death.

A Reaper – no, The Reaper. The Original.

Reaping souls and settling debts.

There is one debt that has yet to be collected on, but I intend to do just that, then I’ll gladly leave the shadows and take my place in Hell.

There was never a time that I can remember when I liked the heat; the cold was always where I belonged. I never feared the dark, but too much light hurt my eyes. Hades belonged in the light, he shined so bright, and I was content in the shadows of his glory.

* * *

When we were barely eight, I remember Hades falling off his bike and skinning his knees, the blood running down his leg as he cried out in pain. The blood was all I could focus on, his cries and screams like the most beautiful melody. Later that night I sat in my room and dug a sharpened knife into my leg. I watched as the blood ran down, creating a pool of red at my feet.

I didn’t cry. The tears and screams of agony never came, the blood was just too pretty. But not nearly as pretty as someone else’s. Unaccompanied by screams of agony it just wasn’t the same.

I didn’t realize then but that was the moment everything changed.

It didn’t take long for Hades to realize I was different, that something was wrong with me. I knew as much, but he refused to consider that anything was wrong. I was just different - not wrong.

No matter what he did, what he said, I knew normal people didn’t enjoy the pain of others. We kept my secret and anytime the urges became too strong he always managed to talk me down, to keep me sane, before anyone got hurt.

He was the key that kept my monster in her cage. Until the day they took away my key, broke the lock, and unleashed a beast greater than even they knew existed.

Within the small girl with the angel face resided a devil of evil thoughts, their worst nightmare. There would be no escaping the Reaper, no salvation for the damned.

Even the Devil was once an Angel, and that’s how you know I’m so much worse than he is. 'Cause baby, I’ve always been a Reaper.

* * *

Twenty-One Years Old

I stand in the shadows of the rundown shack, seated deep in the forest, and watch my brothers beat a man for crossing us. Unlike my brothers I don’t care much for the lengths of violence they go through to make a point. I’m all for moving quickly and efficiently, but they’re all about dueling out punishments with their fists. It’s not that I mind the blood, or the pain; I revel in it. It’s just that this takes so long, and I have better things to do with my time than watch this knowing the outcome. But we do this together, as a family.

A fucked-up family, but a family nonetheless.

At first glance my brothers seem to be the ones you would need to be wary of, they’re massive. They loom over their prey like the redwoods that loom over the forest floor outside this shack. While they have violent tendencies, and an encounter with them might leave you bloody and sore for weeks, they’re not the true villains here. I am. We’ve buried more bodies whose last breaths were taken by my hand then any of theirs combined. I’m efficient, and lethal.

The people who know us, know the likelihood of walking away from an encounter with my brothers is high; you’ll be broken, but breathing. On the other hand, walking away from me? Not likely, if you see me it’s already too late, your fate has been sealed.

I get up from my place in the shadows about to make my first appearance of the night, my heels clicking on the old wooden floor as the cabin quiets. Leaving only the heavy breathing of the bloodied man in the center of the room. My brothers part and the second he registers me, he visibly quivers. He knows us, he knows me.

He made a mistake tonight. He assumed that because he couldn’t see me I wasn’t here; he thought if he could just hold out through the beating that he would leave here broken but alive. Now that he’s seen me, it’s different. I can see the fear, the way sweat beads along his brow, the way his hands shake as he tries to hold himself off the floor.

I slowly step around his back. He follows my movements with his eyes as much as he can while still facing forward. Once I stop walking the cabin falls into an ominous silence. Just the labored breaths of a dead man, the snap of a tree branch and the rustling of fall leaves as the winds whisper his death sentence. I draw the knife strapped to my thigh. My brothers take a step back, attempting to avoid the coming blood bath. In one swift move I grab hold of his hair wrenching his head back and exposing his neck, bringing the blade across his throat.

When I release him, he drops forward onto the cabin floor making gargling sounds as he drowns in his own blood. I grab the rag offered to me and wipe the blood from my blade, stowing it safely back on my person once its clean.

I take a moment to stare at the body at my feet, then at my brothers. Ranger, Nash, and Hunter. They say that blood is thicker than water. Blood is what makes us a family - the blood just isn’t ours. We’re the people your mama warned you about, except worse. We’re Destruction. Chaos. Anarchy. Death.

We’re The Reapers.

[gregoryhergert]

The Reaper slow and steady wins the race…a couple weeks ago I was studying the iconic print Whetting the Scythe from 1905 by Kathe Kollwitz 1867-1945 depicting a peasant woman at the moment of determined rage just before the German Peasant Revolt of 1522 I’m struck by the cheek pressing against the blade a steely eye anyway it influenced this drawing I made for a friend #drawing #thereaper #skullart #kathekollwitz #pdxartist #portlandartist #gregoryhergert (at Southeast Portland, Portland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmKSFZmypxd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[joyffree]

Join us on the #BookTour

Book Title: The Reaper Author: Rae Scott Publisher: Page Publishing Release Date: November 3, 2022 Genre: Mystery/Thriller/Crime

Reap what you have sown.

Fear not those who are innocent, for I shall cause you no harm. I seek out only those who have yet to pay for their sins. Fear me if you have no remorse, for I am the Reaper, and I will ensure that you reap what you have sewn.

When rookie Detective Nat Petrov lands her dream assignment, to work with the best Detective in Norfolk, she is thrown headfirst into The Reaper’s perverse sense of justice. The Detectives race against the clock as body after body turns up with the signature Grim Reaper tarot card, each life ended in a way specifically designed for the individual victim. Will the detectives be able to catch a twisted serial killer before time runs out or will The Reaper exact revenge in a way more personal than anyone could have ever fathomed?

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[stochastique-blog]

hmm...

“If you’re too weak to do what must be done to protect Gotham, Batman, than you must die!” _____________________ #toyartistry #toycommunity #toyslagram #toyplanet #toyunion #actionfigurephotography #toptoyphotos #toys4life #toycollection #epictoyart #toydiscovery #toyphoto #toypics #toyark #actionfigurecollection #actionfigurecollector #beyondthetoys #toycreativity #actionfigurephoto #wheretoysdwell #plasticparty #ohiotoykick #batman #batmanyeartwo #dcmultiverse #thereaper #articulatedcomicbookart #acba https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd14H00MYQN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_1107 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[poisonivysthings]

i just realized i can do. whatever i want on this app lmao. anyway you guys know what to do (tag every gay person you know cause it’s funny (no pressure))

@fandomtrashcollector @grimm-thereaper @justafryingpan

[familyman2468]

old reaper drawing. Another one that was drawn during the time when I had a plan that he would’ve been like a zombie.

[zone34timeout]

Seem fake? I don't know Tumblr, does it seem fake? Are you sure you need to ask me to check for you? And you can't just, I dunno, intuit based on "Hello thereap zone34timeouteV" or "please be MOy fast I awaiting"?

[poisonivysthings]

Tadaaaaa ✨ <3

@fandomtrashcollector @favorite--daughter @kattystripes14 @grimm-thereaper @justafryingpan

(No pressure :D )

UMM IM BORED SO LETS ATTEMPT TO START A PICREW CHAIN😋😋

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1349935

LINK!!

Step two🤧 tagging a fuck load of my mutuals slash bffs 😋

(NO PRESSURE!!!)

@lesbianjakewheeler @korakii-i @futurebadcomedian @twyz @mssanswich @servogender @uncertaininnit @riverisreallydumb @newmsies @lastplacepunishments @theatregorl @angry-inch @oliviaaaah @imsofansie @spacestamps @comicsanslover @thom-ass-jeffs

and anybody else who sees this🤧🤧 LIKE I SAID NO PRESSURE this picrew is so cute tho omfg