Yandere Grim Reaper - Blog Posts

“My life, there's no need of fear. You claimed me; soul and the divine power. That inexpensive junk you have on your neck is my soul itself. I'm no gentleman if I don't yearn the person who called me their death.”

Random doodles of Morrigan before I fall asleep lololol

Morrigan's fic introduction.

For every Grim Reaper made is a soul taken away. Morrigan was no exception. His soul separated from him and was placed upon a necklace that store him like cheap junk. He figured he never had a purpose again other than taking the dead to the afterlife. Until you brought his soul and wore it around your neck. And with his logic, you claimed him. And now he'll claimed you too; no matter what.

My design for Yan!Grim reaper that was made on the spot lmao. I think I'll keep this design while i figure out more yandere ocs. Hmmmmm....

Also yes, I am a monster fucker.

The fic that I made for Yan!Grim Reaper

Yan!grim reaper x reckless GN reader

Contains: Car accident mentions, horror elements ish, basic yandere shenanigans, not plotted properly so may or may not have plot holes

People wondered if your luck ever runs out. After buying that silly red eye necklace from your local thrifting clothing store, things aren't as painful than before.

First it was a papercut— Which with your own eyes, watched it heal in real time.

Then, it was a knife to the finger, yet it seemed as if the blade missed its chance to even get to your finger. That's odd, you swore you felt a sting.

And as more mishaps circulate from injury to another,

you were involved with a car accident. It was a hit and run— The man left you while you lie there bleeding. Yet, your eyes opened to see a hospital ward. You survived, miraculously. And the news on the TV tells about the man who ditched the accident scene, ended up dying from another car accident.

Something's feels off now. After that mysterious necklace wrapped around your neck, it is as if death wasn't at your throat.

You were dispatched from the hospital after a few months of healing and tests. You can't seemed to piece things together. Doctors and nurses either get sick or passed away in their sleep days after they showed an interest of you for a platonic connection. Was that a coincidence? Or something is happening, because of this necklace?

Maybe it's your mind playing tricks. As you walk back home, you squint your eyes to see some sort of hooded figure at the distance; opposite to the road.

He looked at you, eyes all red with no irises as he let out a sinister smile,

“My soul, wrapped around your neck,” he seemed to chuckle, “What a beautiful way to propose, my life.”

A car drove in front of the figure. And when the car's gone, so was he.

Maybe the hospital should stop giving you that healing mocktail. Or so you thought that figure was from your imagination.