#obey me fanfiction crossover

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

I could be wrong, but I've always been under the assumption that in Obey Me we didn't have prior magic knowledge, or knowledge of the Devildom. This leads me to assume that other people of the general population don't know about either of these things.

Going off this train of thought, technically, Obey Me could be canon in most universes due to the fact that very few people without magic know that the Devildom exists, and even fewer without magic know that magic exists. This could lead to some amazing crossovers between fandoms.

Genshin Impact? Why not, MC got sent to the past and Solomon followed them, so I don't see how this could be untrue. Maybe bend some rules, but why not?

Bungou Stray Dogs? MC's magic could easily be written off as an ability to those who know about them/have them.

Tears of Themis could have MC going off on side-quests with the Brothers and others between their NXX duties and court cases.

Twisted Wonderland is already a pretty popular crossover.

DC may be a bit iffy because I'm pretty sure Lucifer (the show) is canon, so depending on the universe that you're writing it in, creative people could make it work.

I'm not sure if Marvel has a set devil character that may replace any of the brothers, but magic is canon, so you could definitely divert from that.

JJK could easily be written with a crossover between the two where MC and Solomon discover this specific subset of magic that has been isolated and forgotten by the other magic users, and they deal with a specific kind of demon that can only be seen by these magic users.

Tokyo Revengers already has that supernatural element, a story could be about MC taking a vacation or something in Tokyo and wondering what the hell is going on with all these middle schoolers.

One Piece might be a bit tricky, but again, MC has gone back in time before, and Solomon has followed them, so an Isekai is not out of the question, and their magic could be written off as a devil-fruit power.

There are, of course, some where this won't work, such as What in Hell is Bad, because they already have a set canon for hell and the various demons.

But I just think it's a fun concept.

[projectbluearcadia]

Weird shower thought fantasy / crossover idea / headcanon

Partially in honor of the WHB devs finally releasing Lucifer (Selfie)

What In Hell Is Bad and Obey Me! actually take place in the same world, but WHB takes place before Obey Me, in the bad old days.

And God was upset that the kings had it so rough and reflected on himself a little. "Damn, I feel guilty about how those beautiful creations of mine died due to my negligence."

And so he decided they should be one big happy family.

He scoured Hell for what remained of the demon kings after a massive war that damn near destroyed both Heaven and Hell and gave their essence to his new creations. So, basically, he reincarnated them.

The birth/creation order was mostly determined by whose essence he was able to find first. Of course, that essence was mostly their sins that they left behind, so when they all fell from Heaven, they essentially resumed their duties as the seven kings.

And, purely because WHB Satan was (obviously) practically obliterated, God said "A'ight Luci's got a festering angie monster inside of him, so I'll just put what consciousness I could find from WHB Satan in there so it'll be kinda reasonable when he has to let it all out. Thank me later, son :P" <- the reason Luci became a single mother father.

Luci: Thanks a lot, God. First the virgin Mary and now this??

Funnily enough what God found was mostly WHB Satan's sweet side, which is the reason that OM Satan resembles (and likes) cats. The only one who didn't inherit the sin from his predecessor got it anyway because of his dad. Go figure.

The countries (Abyssos, Tartaros, Gehenna, etc.) no longer existed after the war, and Diavolo's lineage, which was probably descendent of one or more of the WHB's kings' vassals, was the one trying to pick up the pieces. The war continued because many of the angels were still complete dicks, but Diavolo's family eventually eradicated what had survived from The Big War™.

Excluding Gabriel, because Gabriel is a prick.

Which may or may not have been a factor in Lucifer falling from Heaven because he killed Gabriel on his way down. You know, because Gabriel was probably Lilith's executioner, given his history.

Then Diavolo, to signal the fresh start, said "We're not calling it Hell and Heaven anymore, now it's "The Devildom" and "The Celestial Realm." Less stigma. Very good."

And our dear Solomon? Well, you know how he is... I think there's definitely some things he hasn't told you...

Like how he was technically dead for a hot minute because of some magical mishap, which translated into a few thousand years in hell because of the way time flows there. His experiment gone wrong is also the reason why his appearance changed so drastically.

You'll ask him one day, "Hey, did you have purple hair in the past?" and he'll just start sweating profusely because he's very embarrassed about how often he did some *ahem* interesting things with the former demon kings. Asmo is the only one who still has that feeling from his past life :)

And, as far as how time flows and MC frequently traveling between the human world and hell in OM!, the travel is actually magically controlled by Barbatos, our resident overpowered god, who was annoyed by the time dilation/contraction and wanted to just visit his favorite tea shops in the human world whenever he wanted without f*cking around.

I mean, all of the demon kings knew how to go back and forth, but they had to do overly complicated shit to do it, so Barbie just said "sharing is caring" and perfected the magic by the OM! time period.

Of course there's an implication here that all events in Heaven/Hell are technically happening simultaneously from a human world perspective. Which isn't trippy at all.

And yes, OM! Barbatos and WHB Barbatos know each other. Because OM! Barbatos is (obviously) from a parallel dimension and took WHB Barbatos' name since he enjoyed the rose gardens WHB Barbie tended to. It's out of respect since he faithfully died for Leviathan in the bad old days.

Flawless joining of the worlds without a hint of plotholes (sarcasm).

(This is so random, but I hope y'all enjoyed my fever dream.)

[curatoroffiction]

Chapter 34 is out now!

Time to find out what happens with that overblot. AO3 Link Wattpad Link

[cifer-ulqui]

Chapter 2: Tithes

TW: Threats of Violence Word Count ~3600

Masterlist / Chapter 3: Necessary Implications (1/1/2025)

Either it is night, or the Devildom is perpetually dark like Hueco Mundo. The walk to the dorm is short, the air humid, the company irritating.

He wants to gauge the difference between his strength and that of these demons; Mammon complained the entire way home and attempted to intimidate Ulquiorra. Perhaps a little discipline would settle the building annoyance. For now, Ulquiorra remains silent.

The doors close behind them. “This is the House of Lamentation, one of the dorms at RAD. Well, not just one of the dorms. It’s the dorm reserved for student council members,” Mammon goes on to complain about his brothers, but Ulquiorra observes the entryway.

It’s far different from the vast desert of Hueco Mundo, or even the empty halls of Las Noches. Even gaudier than any human settlements he’s seen. Statues of dragons, strange macabre pictures on the walls, and a rug, it all seems to clutter the space. The shallow staircases on either side flank the hall. There's more than one chair in the entryway, beside the shoes and coat rack.

“Hey, don’t stand there like a lump. Hurry up, or I’m gonna leave you behind, human.” His manner of speaking is far too informal. 

“I'd prefer it if you stopped referring to me as such. I have a name.” And I am no human.

“Ya gotta mouth on you, but you’re gonna die in no time if you go running it, ya know, human.”

“Perhaps I should close yours for you,” Ulquiorra steps closer, “trash.”

“Trash?” Mammon sneers. “That aint a new one. Let me give you a piece of advice,” Mammon gets close enough to breathe the same air as Ulquiorra, and he prepares himself for a fight. “If you wanna survive even a day here in the Devildom, you’d better listen real close to what I’m about to say. If it ever looks like a demon is about to attack you…” White eyelashes squint, standing out against tan skin. He gets closer, bending down to Ulquiorra’s height. Perfect for a free hit, and Ulquiorra centers his weight. “Run away. Either that, or die.”

“How about this? I vote for you to die, Mammon,” he’s interrupted by a new voice from the stairway, whom Ulquiorra readily agrees with.

Mammon hastily introduces Leviathan, backing away from Ulquiorra's face. Leviathan is taller than Ulquiorra, though he’s hunched over. The two devolve into bickering about Mammon’s debts, and Mammon flees. Ulquiorra chooses the less annoying demon so far to stay with.

Leviathan turns to Ulquiorra. “Do you realize what just happened? Mammon used you as a distraction-- no, a sacrifice, to get away from me. I’ll admit, Mammon is one of the scummiest scumbags you’ll ever meet. A total lowlife. But still, that was pretty dumb of you, letting him use you like that. Sigh,” he says sigh, “this is exactly why humans are-- wait a second,” he grins. “A human.”

He takes it back. Already as irritating as Mammon.

This is all so pointless. Leviathan grabs his arm, pulling him. Ulquiorra thinks about ripping his arm from his body, and maybe throwing it at him for good measure, but allows himself to be pulled up the stairs. His DDD buzzes. Mammon messaged him. Ulquiorra puts the DDD back in his pocket.

Leviathan is complaining once they enter a new room. It appears to be his living chambers, but there is no bed, only a large washtub in the middle. The room is lit by the light of a glass wall with water behind it, and there is a corner full of screens, reminding him of Szayelaporro’s lab. There are bookshelves and posters covering every wall.

“What is it, human? What’re you looking at?” Nothing in particular, but it doesn’t stop the demon from growing excited about a set of books on one of the shelves. Ulquiorra makes a mistake in not allowing recognition to cross his face or lips, as the next several minutes are wasted listening to this garbage ramble.

Perhaps this is his eternal torment. Boisterous and loud and insistent companions he will never be able to shake. “Friends” who latch onto him like leeches.

Leviathan points out a fish behind the glass. And continues to speak heedlessly, envy clear across his face as he wrinkles his pale nose. He sighs at the end of it, complaining about his throat, then speaks about Mammon. The animosity is akin to how most of the arrancar treat one another, and Leviathan builds a point about how scummy Mammon is in an attempt to gain Ulquiorra’s favor to trick his brother.

“You say you want to know how Mammon and I first became enemies?” He didn’t. He hasn’t said a word since the door closed behind them. But Leviathan drones on about how Mammon wronged him as he speaks about some figurine. He speaks of Mammon’s speed, and Ulquiorra wonders how it compares to his own. He doubts he can perform sonido at this point, since he cannot expel his own spiritual pressure. He’ll have to keep this speed in mind.

“But if, say, a human made a pact with Mammon, and bound him to their service…” Leviathan looks at Ulquiorra pointedly, “... he’d have to do whatever that human told him to do.”

Ulquiorra needs power in this world. It’s a clear necessity if he is to live. If he wants to leave this place and its inhabitants.

“What is a pact?” He’s sure he has some idea.

“A pact, with a demon… Haven't you seen it in movies and such?” Of course not, the last time he consumed another hollow and joined their memories was around the start of human movie creation, if he takes in what the other hollows said about its current state. Not that many thought about such things after becoming a hollow. “The demon lends his strength to a human to make their wish come true in exchange for their soul.”

“My soul.” Does he even still have one?

“That isn’t always necessary. It depends on what’s in the pact. You have to give the demon something to make it worth the exchange, so it’s pretty inevitable. If you don’t want to give up your soul, I’ll tell you how you can negotiate with Mammon.” For free, or is he stupid and trash? Well, perhaps his information will prove useful.

This is tedious. But, it’s the start of a plan.

Is this what Leviathan meant? This little card is what Mammon desires the most? What is its purpose? Useless garbage.

Gleaning information from Lucifer earlier in the evening was easy, with a simple answer to his well-being since arriving. “I’m fine. Your brother has been complaining without a chance to cease. Something about a card?” He wasted little time in approaching the eldest brother, and certainly did not want to share his findings with Leviathan, who could turn on him and keep the card for himself.

After hearing what Lucifer had to say as a clue, Ulquiorra began to take stock of the house. The card is frozen? He observed his room for a time, after he was shown the location. It’s bewildering. There’s a tree next to his bed, with leafy greens and hanging lights. Shelves, lanterns, a large table with chairs, a desk, and a door leading to a latrine. This is not his body, he concluded. A mirror in his ensuite showed that his face bore no estigma of tear marks. No mask. Both of his lips are the same pale tone. His pupils are no longer slit. As he felt, there is no hollow hole in his chest. And, the mark of the Espada, his numero, is gone; his chest is bare of the dark ink.

Soul reapers have those fake human bodies to make themselves corporeal. Perhaps he’s stuck in one of those.

It can’t be helped. For the time being, he is human.

After that, he discovered a kitchen next to his room. There was one in Las Noches, to make tea and food for the shinigami, but he’d only needed to report there for official business. There are many appliances which leave Ulquiorra curious as to their uses. He’ll observe the others using them to determine their purpose.

A library down the hall is filled with more books than he’s ever seen in any of his lifetimes.

One of the brothers, Satan, had been reading in the library when he arrived, and pointed out some books on his query: Pacts. Satan asked no questions, though his curious gaze was piercing. Ulquiorra took note of the books’ original locations to return them later.

The rest of the house’s bottom floor inscribed itself in his memory, and he decided to leave the upper floors for after he peruses the books.

Some things he understood; some of the books were in languages he did not know. It’s strange that he understands the other creatures. Is Japanese standard for all demons? Even though several of the fragments within him spoke other languages, these books are still unreadable. Kanji is tricky, especially for someone who hasn’t had to read it in… well, contemporary language has strayed from his archaic knowledge. He settles for one in Spanish. This book seems to be written from a more recent but understandable, neutral, informative perspective, rather than a demon or human paradigm.

Humans make pacts with demons in exchange for something the demon wants, often the human’s soul, but not exclusively. So, Leviathan wasn’t lying. The human gains the power and support of the demon in return. Marks form on the pact holder's skin. A pacted demon cannot directly or purposely harm a pacted human. He skimmed the rest of the book for reference later, and glanced at each page of the other books for when he can read the languages. At least his near-perfect memory has not degraded with this new form.

Clanking and rustling drew his attention, and he followed it to the kitchen next door. Peering in, a large figure sat in front of one of the strange appliances. The man raised his head, sensing Ulquiorra’s presence, and he stepped through the doorway.

“Oh, the human.” The demon Beelzebub. “Are you hungry? You missed dinner.”

Ulquiorra tilted his head, seeing the food in the demon’s hands. It must have come from the appliance. “I am no stranger to hunger. Nothing satiates me, so I do not eat.”

“Oh.” The demon's face twisted with what Ulquiorra recognized as confusion. “Shouldn’t you eat all the time, since you’re hungry? I couldn’t go that long without eating.” He seemed to punctuate his thoughts with a large bite out of some strange fruit.

Ulquiorra brushed the question aside. “What is this? What does it do?”

“Huh? The fridge? Isn't it a human invention?” Ulquiorra pressed his lips together. It would not be wise to raise suspicion.

“... It looks different to human appliances,” he lied.

“It’s a fridge, it keeps food cool.”

Cool; not frozen, but close. Perhaps he was near his answer already. “Is there a device here which is similar, but with freezing properties?”

Beelzebub’s brows furrowed. “Yeah. The freezer,” he nodded to the top of the same box he rummaged through.

Ulquiorra left, and returned later, when the house had fallen silent.

He opened the door to the freezer, taking stock of the inside. At the back, he found a block of ice with something inside resembling Leviathan’s description. It seemed too easy. He locked himself in his ensuite, running water over the ice until the card was free.

Now, to plan the encounter. Ulquiorra returns his books to the library and hides the card. As it is, these demons likely would be able to overpower this weak human form. So, he has to calculate the most favorable outcome.

One thing that has unsettled him since he woke up, is why he’s here in the first place. The demons are under the impression he is a human, from the World of the Living. They knew his name, but not what he is. He died in Hueco Mundo, he is certain of that.

He needs answers. And that’s what he will get. He just has to bide his time and take every opportunity available.

The moonlight is at his back, peering through the window. Typing on the DDD is rather easy once acquainted, and he waits for his quarry inside his room, behind the table.

The door closes behind the figure. “Gah, hope no one saw me. Imagine if someone caught wind that I was sneaking into a normie’s room! Imagine if Lucifer saw me-- I’d be strung up!”

Ulquiorra remains quiet until Leviathan finishes speaking.

“I have the card.”

“What?” Leviathan sounds astonished, as if he didn’t think Ulquiorra could have achieved such a feat. “Whoa! How did you find it?”

Ulquiorra clicks his tongue. “You want me to make a pact with Mammon, correct? It would benefit you?”

“Yeah! I didn’t give you that information for nothing,” Leviathan huffs.

“Hm. What would I get out of it?”

“Uh, a pact with one of the Avatars of Sin? LOL.”

“That wasn’t my intention. Making a pact with him will ensure my goals. But why not make the pact without you? Why help you if there is no gain for me?”

A low growl has Ulquiorra flexing his hand. How sturdy are these demons? This one seems unathletic, but he cannot underestimate them. Asmodeus didn’t even bleed after being struck.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, human! You can trick Mammon, but me? I should kill you for the insult!” His voice has a low reverberation to it, and he closes in, placing his hands on the table between them.

“And after?”

“Huh?”

“You would be without a sword or claws. You need a human to force him to return your money, do you not? I simply wish to share in your gain, if I am to return something to you.”

“You-- Are you sure you’re not a demon?”

Ulquiorra falls silent.

Leviathan breaks it with a shaky voice. “You can’t not answer when I ask questions like that, it creeps me out! Can’t you do this out of the kindness of your heart?” He eyes Ulquiorra up and down, searching for something.

A growl of his own escapes, surprising the demon. “Kindness? A heart? What nonsense. The card is not here. I hid it in anticipation of a disagreement.” A heart may exist as Orihime described it, but there is no hope that someone, no, something like Ulquiorra could dare to covet one.

“YOU--” A frustrated rumble builds in the demon’s chest, and the air thickens with pressure. Claws emerge from his hands and scrape the table, strange horns grow atop his head, and a long serpentine tail swishes through the air. “I’ll kill you, human.” The floor trembles under his feet, chairs and table rattling.

Orange eyes glare at him, glowing in the darkness.

This form… it’s nearly underwhelming, akin to some lower-class resurreccion forms. His skin still prickles up his spine.

“What business do ya got with me in the middle of the night, huh? I ain’t that typa demon, you should have Asmo running around for ya. Unless you’re plannin’ a heist.” A familiar voice breaks the tension. “Whoa, Levi? What--,” Mammon laughs nervously, hands up in a placating gesture.

“What are you doing here, Mammon?” Levi hisses.

“Uh,” Mammon glances over to Ulquiorra.

“I asked him to join us.” Ulquiorra does not remove his focus from the angry demon. “I have something you both want.”

“And what’s that?” Mammon’s voice lilts with caution.

Leviathan groans, shoulders slumping. “He has your credit card.”

“GOLDIE?!” Leviathan shushes him, despite how loud he has been this entire time. “How’d he get my Goldie?”

Leviathan freezes, beginning to revert back to his more human form. “I guess Lucifer must have let it slip.”

Mammon lets out a pained noise, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Well, lemme have it! What do ya want, huh? Money? Jewels?” At least he understands this is a negotiation.

“I will return it if you make a pact with me.”

“Oh, is that all-- HUH?! A pact?!” He exclaims.

“That is correct.”

Mammon eyes him up and down, copying Leviathan. Simple minded beasts. “I’m the Great Mammon, one of the Avatars of Sin! Why would I make a pact with some dumb human, and have you bossin’ me around?!”

“The card is tucked away elsewhere for safekeeping. You will not find it without my assistance. If it does not bear use to me, I will return it to its keeper.”

Mammon shifts his weight from foot to foot, weighing his options, on the brink of defeat. “To Lucifer?” Pinned like a moth.

“Hah, he’s got you,” Leviathan grins, obviously pleased by his brother’s misfortune. So, he’s forgotten his own plight. 

“Shaddup!” Mammon punches his brother in the arm.

“Don't forget about your role in all this, Leviathan,” Ulquiorra chides.

Mammon glances over. “What role?”

“None of your business! Make the pact!”

“Tell me, dammit!”

“Leviathan was making a deal with me. If he wants his money back in time to purchase the box set of Journey to The Devildom: The Tale of a Little She-Devil and Her Reluctant Companion and the Seraphina figurine you hold in your room, he needs me to make a pact with you, and he needs to exchange it for a pact with me.”

“You-- you remembered the name!” Leviathan’s voice is higher, less angry. The way he looks at Ulquiorra, wide eyes and agape mouth, shows his sudden awe.

The explanation causes Mammon to fall silent, in thought. “So Levi’s the culprit. Ya got us both, huh? Clever human.” He doesn’t sound outraged or too upset, which gives Ulquiorra pause. “I guess if ya outsmarted both of us, and Levi gets his too, fine. I’ll make a pact with ya, human.” His eyes glitter gold.

“Very well.” Ulquiorra steps around the table, stopping a foot from Mammon. “I will return your card once I receive this pact.”

“Deal,” Mammon’s agreement is accompanied by a flash, and he’s suddenly in his resurr--, no, his demon form.

The large batlike wings reach out from the demon’s back, making Ulquiorra think of his own. To fly once more under Hueco Mundo’s sky…. He pushes aside the thought. Mammon says something in a language he does not understand.

“To be sealed with a handshake.” Mammon takes his hand to shake it, and pain sears through Ulquiorra’s whole body. He does not flinch, but this pain is unfamiliar and intense. It settles to the space where his numero was on his chest, the pain fizzling out within moments to be left with a dull ache.

He takes a breath, focusing on Leviathan. “Well? Let ours commence as well.”

“Wait, see if you can command him!” Leviathan has a grin on his face.

It’s worth a try. The pain is a good sign, presumably; it means Ulquiorra is at least capable of forming a pact with a demon.

“Mammon, kneel.”

A worried look crosses Mammon’s face, but nothing else happens, and it melts with ease. “Hah! Stupid human. Now, about Goldie--”

“You have to focus on the pact,” Leviathan groans. “This is basic stuff!”

It wasn’t in the book he’d read, but Ulquiorra doesn’t argue. He thinks for a moment. What changed when he made the pact? Start there. He focuses on the burning sensation still throbbing in his chest and repeats the command, but nothing.

“You’re not doing it right!” Leviathan falls silent when Ulquiorra glares at him. “Eep.”

He prods in his mind again, seeking out the physiological changes. There's something beneath the surface. He taps deeper.

I’m flying, he thinks to himself. The wind and sand, the light of the moon. Something to fill the emptiness in my chest... Nonsense, surely. But maybe….

“Kneel,” Mammon drops to his knees abruptly with a gasp. “The pact, Leviathan,” the other demon flinches against the intensity of his voice.

“Uh, about that--”

“I will destroy the Seraphina figurine if you refuse.”

“Please no!” He falls to his knees beside his brother, glaring at the snicker he receives. “You think you’ve got it all figured out. Fine, I’ll make the pact! But one more condition!”

What a pain. “Why should I agree to another condition?”

“I want you to make Mammon return my money, the figurine, and--” He pauses for dramatic effect. Tsk. “-- make him apologize to me for stealing them in the first place.”

“He aint gonna--”

Ulquiorra thought it would be more tedious. “I accept those terms.”

“WHAT!”

“Fine.” Leviathan’s face is still sour. “I, Leviathan,” he transforms much quicker this time, and says something similar to what Mammon said. He shoves his hand to shake Ulquiorra’s, claws scraping the skin.

There is a minuscule difference in the amount of pain, but Ulquiorra is braced for it. It settles over the right side of his ribcage.

“I’ve never seen a human with that high of a pain tolerance,” Mammon grumbles from the floor.

Ulquiorra looks back at him. “I shall go retrieve your card. Go return Leviathan’s money and figurine. Don’t forget to apologize.” The demon rushes to his feet and out of the room. “I believe this is the extent of our interaction tonight. Go with Mammon and get your items.”

Leviathan sighs. “Can’t believe I was shaken down by a human,” he grumbles as he walks out the door. Ulquiorra waits a couple of minutes, before heading to the library. He finds the card in the book he stashed it in, the one in Spanish.

Everything is returned to fulfill the pact agreements, and Ulquiorra shuts himself in his room once more. Earlier, Lucifer handed him more books he will use for classes. He opens the first one, flipping through the pages to find the first segment.

He wakes up with his head resting on the pages.

Before I decided to write Noche Eterna, I was thinking of how Ulquiorra would make pacts with the brothers, and I don't like Levi's pact in Obey Me; and thus, he gets both in one. They could have been meaner, but... this human is impressive!

Masterlist / Chapter 3: Necessary Implications (1/1/2025)

[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

What if I actually wrote the crossover fic of Moriarty the Patriot, The Case Study of Vanitas, and Black Butler that’s been rolling around in my head? I’ve been working out a canon for it for the past week and it feels like a great way to get back into fanfiction writing after an ex friend ruined my confidence around it. It could probably be a stepping stone back to Obey Me too, honestly.

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Heyo :) For the fanfiction writing ask 6, 19 and 38

Hey! :) Thank you!!

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

Ranna obeyed and when she looked up again, he was standing in front of her, eyes boring into her own so fiercely that she wondered if he was looking into the depths of her soul.

19. Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?

I prefer to stick to canon characters.

I try not to create OCs at all, though I've conceded in a few instances. Mostly, I use OCs as throw-away characters or children of characters. (The most notable example is Grace in several SG-1 fics, though she is technically based on a not-real-but-canon character).

I do have an Encanto/Sanctuary crossover planned and I will have to relent on my avoidance of OCs for that one, which will push me out of my comfort zone.

38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story?

Man, this is a popular one ask. I feel like the universe (and tinknevertalks) is making me come back to this fic so much in the last twenty-four hours!

'Bleeding Through the Blue' has to be that one. My first multi-chaptered Sanctuary fic (and my second Sanctuary fic, period!) because I love Magnitt and Out of the Blue. (Out of the Blue was the first Sanctuary episode I ever watched, so it has a special place)

[d34dlysinner]

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Made this (side)blog just because I needed a place to think about this game TvT...

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Since I have an actual writing blog on here, I will include fanfictions from both my blogs for this.

A Crime In The Devildom series. "Obey Me!" There are so far 9 parts to this series. I was going to write more. But then I had the house fire happen and lost my computer. Link to part 1 here.

Never Leave You Again. Trigun. Vash x Reader. Link here.

Not An Object. "Obey Me!" Link here.

Hidden Under Blankets. "Obey Me!" Am just really super proud of this one particular fanfic and my portrayal of Leviathan. Link here.

Banding Together series. "Obey Me!" My first attempt at writing a series that is about a real fight / war scenario. Link to part 1 here.

Honorable Mention to my Noisy Typhoon NSFW fic as well as the ongoing Falling Into Paradise series and the Prince Vash AU series. Neither of them really get any attention but I was enjoying writing them until my inspiration and brainpower fizzled out.

I will also mention the long ago Sovereign Keyblades project that I ended up writing a long time ago in a previous life. Basically was Kingdom Hearts crossover with tons of different anime and video games that was centered around Trigun and this old book series I read at the time. Ended up being like.... 29 chapters long. Each chapter had up to like 15 parts. And each part was at minimum a word document of 75k or more than 150k. (I had no internet for over a year I had to find something to do other than Solitaire)

[bevy-artemisfowl]

Hiya everyone!! Some people might recognise my name as the one I have for my Obey Me blog!

And similarly, I’m now making an Artemis Fowl blog. I’ve loved the series ever since a tender age and I hate to see the lack of content.

So I decided to do it myself! :D

I’m open to -

Fanfiction

Headcanons

Fanart

Character studies

Theories

Crossovers

And probably many more!

[rabbit-illustrations]

Is your obey me x persona crossover also going to be a fanfiction?

Not unless on of my friends wants to tackle that. This is an au of an au really, where all of out characters became exchange students and how the story of OM changes with that. The Persona aspect of it was just a fun idea since all the humans could be party members

[elaemae]

A/N:

My fanfic 'The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs' is officially on temporary hiatus in wattpad (ao3 and here would be updating just fine) this is due to reasons explained in this posted message of my friend in my wattpad account:

[many-very-large-sharks]

A fanfic I'm working on

Over the next few months, I'll be working on a TMA and obey me crossover fic (crossovers ew I know) and I'll use this blog for updates about chapters and such. I'll be posting (hopefully) bi-weekly on my Ao3 Many_Very_Large_Sharks. This is my first fanfiction so hopefully, there will be an improvement as I progress in the fanfic. It'll be a bit until the first post as I'm still putting together the outline.

[curatoroffiction]

Chapter 29 of Deja Vu is out

AO3 Link Wattpad Link

[cifer-ulqui]

Chapter 1: Heartless Naïf

TW: Minor Violence Word Count: ~2400

Masterlist / Chapter 2: Tithes / Ao3 Link

Ulquiorra Cifer has died hundreds of times. Every mouthful brought new memories, new anguish from his victims, new pieces of his being. He is an amalgamation of all the souls he consumed. After all of his experiences, he thought it was over.

That monster struck the killing blow. He held his palm outstretched to the woman, saying something that would hold meaning in his death. Her outstretched hand, reaching for him; her heart. His life came to its inevitable end. He reached back, hoping to find what she wanted him to see. She never reached him, but his hand is warm.

 That last thought brings about new information. The rest of him is cold, and he’s laying on hard stone.

  He is dead. He must be. His organs were crushed. He disintegrated. It’s impossible for him to be alive. Unless this is Hell. It makes sense. He’s here to atone for all the agony he caused. This is fine. He can simply lay here until something consumes him. His reason for fighting is over. He vaguely wonders what happened after the battle. Did Kurosaki win against Lord Aizen? He thought it was a ridiculous notion, but Kurosaki’s power only increased during their battle.

None of it matters anyway. Nothing does.

He waits for some time, he isn’t sure how long, before he hears whispers. Something is coming to absorb his power. Why would Hell be any different from Hueco Mundo?

“Is he awake yet?” A voice grows louder. Masculine and hearty, a few feet away. “Lucifer, go shake him.”

A sigh replies. “Barbatos said he should awaken naturally, or we could startle him.” This voice is smoother, darker. At least two men. That’s fine. Either he will be able to defend himself, or they will consume him. Should he even bother fighting?

Yes, the only logical explanation is this is Hell.

He flinches.

“Oh, he’s awake!” A more feminine voice is way too close. It’s clear this is the one who touched his cheek.

“Asmodeus.” 

“Eek! I was just curious.”

Ulquiorra opens his eyes, glaring at the one who touched him. He gets a smile back, one with white teeth shown from pink lips. “Hello, darling! My, what a lovely glare you have. Did I wake you?” He’s crouched down next to where Ulquiorra lays. “Of course, waking up to someone as lovely as I--”

It only takes a second.

There’s a clack of teeth and a squeal as Ulquiorra’s palm bashes against the man’s chin, elbow coming back down to smash his nose. Ulquiorra darts to his feet, moving behind him to turn and look at the others as the man who touched him hunches over, grabbing his face.

It takes a moment for him to be able to see in the light. His eyes should be used to the darkness, and adjust easily. What is happening? Has he been drugged? No, he can still think clearly.

There are five men in the room, including the one Ulquiorra injured. Two close, two others sitting at a table further away. If they go down as easy as the first, he should be able to kill them, even without his zanpakuto. He shakes out his wrist, a stinging sensation shooting up the tendon. That’s not right. He shouldn’t be injured so easily. It’s no matter, there is no choice if he wants to survive. The rules of Hell must simply be different.

Except.

None of them move.

A redheaded man, not as tall as Yammy but considerable, laughs in a boisterous voice. He stands in the middle of the room near Ulquiorra. “Ah, Asmodeus, are you alright? That looked painful.”

“Ignore my brother,” the black-haired man beside him sighs, crossing his arms. “It’s his fault for getting so close. Though--,” red eyes fix on Ulquiorra. It makes him want to bare his fangs; those eyes pin him like a moth. “--it seems this one is quite different from Solomon.”

A resonant growl echoes in the chamber, demanding Ulquiorra’s attention, and that’s when Asmodeus’s appearance changes. Horns sprout from strawberry blond hair, wings unfurl, fangs and claws bare themselves. “How dare you hit me! And on my perfect face!”

They’re not hollows. There are no masks or holes. No zanpakuto. This immense pressure he’s letting out is similar to spiritual pressure, but has a different touch on one’s skin. Black and pink energy crackle through the air. This must be his resurreccion. 

“Asmodeus.”

A more frustrated growl answers Lucifer’s warning, before Asmodeus rises. Ulquiorra tenses, tracking each movement, but Asmodeus walks past him up the stairs to the table where two others sit, his face sifting between glaring and ignoring him. His face is red, but not bleeding. Why did the others stop Asmodeus from killing him?

The foremost man is still smiling. His hair is nearly as red as his jacket, and his skin is a tan color. The leader must either be him or the man next to him with red eyes and black hair. “What an eventful beginning already.” He clears his throat. “Welcome to the Devildom! You're Ulquiorra Cifer, right?”

“Why am I here?”

“Right to the point, how refreshing! It’s understandable that you have questions, as you’ve only arrived. As a human, it’ll take some time to get used to things here in the Devildom.”

As a human. Me? What notion is this? He presses his lips together, but remains silent.

“... I suppose I should start with introducing myself.” The silence gives way to a rather long-winded introduction of this demon prince, Lord Diavolo. Devildom? He’s never heard of such a place. Is it akin to Hell? And a prince? From one lord to another. He thought he would be spared from bureaucracy in death. Demons… how are they different from hollows?

 His question remains unanswered.

 The black haired man beside the prince seems to sense Ulquiorra’s disgruntlement and says, “I will explain everything to you in due time.”

 Diavolo introduces the man next. Lucifer. His face is polite but not kind. Avatar of Pride. Ulquiorra glosses over this information, but stores it for later. Lucifer greets him, the words sounding practiced and empty. The cold quality is a familiarity Ulquiorra appreciates.

 He looks expectantly at Ulquiorra for an answer he cannot fathom. “Answer my question.”

 The smile in reply bares no teeth, but is clearly a threat. “You’re rather straightforward.” Lucifer talks about realms and humans and angels. An exchange program. All words, certainly, but Ulquiorra’s limited context leaves some room for interpretation.

 “And you’re our newest exchange student,” Lucifer finishes, with Ulquiorra none the wiser as to what his purpose here is. They intend no threat to him? A mistake. And, referring to him as a human? Ridiculous nonsense. He should kill this trash for the insult.

 And this Lucifer reminds him of Aizen in all the wrong ways. “Why should I participate in any of this?” He’d like to refute being human, but what happens if he reveals their error? He could become expendable. He should bide his time. The physical evidence of him being a hollow must be hidden somehow.

 “It has already been decided, there is no other option for you.” Lucifer rolls his eyes. He begins to talk about his brother, Mammon, who will supposedly watch over Ulquiorra. The thought of Ulquiorra needing protection or guidance is preposterous. The mention of the man furrows Lucifer’s eyebrows, clearly annoyed.

“Here, take this device. It’s called a DDD.” Lucifer hands Ulquiorra something. It’s a small rectangle that fits in his hand, which lights up. “It’s yours to use for the rest of your stay here. Now, go ahead and try calling Mammon with it.” The symbols on the face of the screen are unhelpful to Ulquiorra, and Lucifer points to the buttons, a disappointed look on his face. How would Ulquiorra know what symbols these supposed demons use?

Otherwise, it seems close to any other screen Szayelaporro or the shinigami can create.

An odd incessant noise fills the space, like the buzzing of insect wings, coming from this DDD, before it stops and a masculine voice begins to speak. Mammon, presumably. Lucifer guides the DDD up close to Ulquiorra’s ear.

“Yoooo,” the voice draws out. Ulquiorra doesn’t grace this with a response. A second passes before the voice questions, “Uh, hello?”

“Mammon, I assume.”

“Huh? Who the hell are you? You ain’t Lucifer.”

“I am Ulquiorra Cifer. Lucifer tasked me with calling you.”

“Ul.. what? Whatever, geez! I was getting all chilly thinking it was Lucifer again. You should have told me earlier. Anyway, what business do you have with me?”

“I’m told you’ll be looking after me during my stay here.” As much as he loathes the idea.

“Huh? You must be that human exchange student. No way! There’s nothing in it for me. G’luck with that, and see ya.”

Ulquiorra slides his gaze to Lucifer’s. “You refuse?”

Lucifer takes the DDD, and this smile is undoubtedly cruel. “Mammon. You’ve got ten seconds. Nine. Eight.” He hands it back before the rest of the countdown. The screen is black now, and no sounds come from it. “Seems you two had a nice chat.”

“I would not say that.” When he lowers his arm, he notices something he should have noticed far sooner. He’s not wearing his clothes given to him by Lord Aizen. These are western-style clothes, a white shirt with long sleeves and soft black pants. His other clothes were destroyed, that’s right. Who dressed him? How long was he asleep? Where is his zanpakuto?

A snicker draws his attention to the three other men sitting at the table. The one to laugh is a golden blond. “That’s Mammon for you.”

“Don’t worry too much,” The prince pipes up in Ulquiorra’s unnecessary defense. “Mammon’s not the only one to help you out. Now’s a good time to introduce the rest of your brothers, Lucifer. It’s probably best if you do it, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes… As much as I dread the idea,” Lucifer grumbles. He seems to be perpetually annoyed. Perhaps that makes him more bearable than Aizen’s smug grin.

The other three are introduced. Asmodeus, the one who woke him, is still holding his face. Satan, the one who laughed, is blond and wears a polite but serious expression. Beelzebub, who is upset he cannot eat, sports bright orange hair and is the second tallest besides Diavolo. None of them have surnames, which is strange, but Ulquiorra doesn’t question it.

It’s when Satan is introduced that something familiar piques Ulquiorra’s senses. The pressure in the room increases with Satan’s anger when he scowls at Lucifer. Lime green and black energy crackles in the air around him, stronger than Asmodeus’s but fleeting. The moment dissipates far too quickly for him to gauge the full extent of the power.

Lucifer speaks a little more about his brothers, things Ulquiorra files away as less important, before Diavolo begins again.

“You’ll be staying with Lucifer and his brothers in the House of Lamentation for the duration of your stay, to keep you safe.”

“Keep me safe,” Ulquiorra tilts his head. “From what?”

“Most demons agree with Lord Diavolo, but there are still demons intent on harming humans. It’s our responsibility if anything were to happen to you.” Lucifer goes on to explain the DDD once more, and how all of their contacts are in it. The prince sends a message, which Ulquiorra accesses without much trouble. It’s a small bubble icon, and there's a list of names in kanji and what seems to be their latin spelling, something close enough for him to understand.

Once Mammon arrives, he once again calls him a human. It’s a disturbing notion. It’s growing tiresome.

Does he look human? He can tell there is no mask on his face, but--

There’s no space. He feigns rubbing his chest, over where his hollow hole should be, only to find skin and bone where there should be nothing.

For the time being, he will pretend to be a human. Even if he despises it.

Mammon is still loud. Useless trash. Threatening to eat Ulquiorra. The thought is ridiculous. Lucifer punches him near the diaphragm, akin to when Ulquiorra reprimanded Yammy, but with far less malice. Or blood.

They reiterate much of what they’ve already said, with details about Mammon that don’t seem relevant, putting Ulquiorra’s assimilation into the demon’s hands.

“Good fucking luck,” Asmodeus seethes. “Brute.” Trash.

Mammon complains. Ulquiorra doesn’t listen, until Lucifer begins to threaten Mammon, the pressure in the room rising once more. His reiatsu is a dark blue, but clearly only a threat; it’s crushing, but not fully released. It succinctly defeats Mammon’s objections.

“--Ya better not cause me any trouble, got it?” Mammon is addressing him now.

Ulquiorra fixes him with cold eyes.

“Hah? You listening? Seriously, is there something wrong with this one?”

Lucifer ignores him, and Ulquiorra decides to as well. “On to the next subject: your tasks. Your task is to polish up your soul nicely and to acquire the power to resist demons. You have one semester here, so try to keep up.”

Polish his soul? Resist demons? “What does this mean?” And what’s a semester?

“Demons like humans with nice souls. Let me put it this way. Nice souls shine like jewels. Do you understand now?”

The certainty and smugness Lucifer displays is clear. Ulquiorra doesn’t answer. Him, have a nice soul? “Nice” has never been used to describe him, or anything less than cold and cruel.

“You could say it’s an experiment of who will win-- either humans will be tempted by demons, or demons will lose against the shiny and noble soul of a human and make a run for it.”

Shiny. Noble.

“What happens if I lose?” Will he be consumed? His soul is a collective of all the hollows he consumed, and he has their memories. Death is not something he fears.

“There’s no penalty set. Would you like me to think of one?” His tone grows teasing, but Ulquiorra is no soft human who will cede these sentiments. “There, there, don’t give me that look.” He goes on to explain the tasks.

“Ready?”

This work is the result of a year's time and effort, and it is my first successful long-form work. Thank you to everyone who helped make it possible, and to my readers.

Interested in beta reading other chapters? Comment or contact me through Discord, ulquiavnas

Masterlist / Chapter 2: Tithes

Happy birthday, Ulquiorra!!!! 💚

[rams-nebulous]

Writing Commissions TOS

Commissions TOS-

I only do written commissions, NSFW/SFW are both available and payment plans are available for larger pieces.

Payment-

Ko-fi or Paypal only

Payment plans are accepted for larger works

General Prices-

500-800 words: $5.00 (USD)

1k-2k words: 20.00 (USD)

2500-4k: 30.00 (USD)

5k-7k: 60.00 (USD)

10k- 80.00

Miniseries- multiple 5k installments 65.00 (USD) each installment usually recommended for complex plotlines

Additional characters passed 3 are an extra 5.00 ea

Species I will write:

Hybrid

Feral

Human

Anthro

(any mix of these)

NSFW kinks I will NOT write:

Scat

Pedo

Hyper Muscles

If there are things I haven’t listed you want to talk about go ahead and ask, the worst I can say is no, and trust me I won’t judge. Most of my no stuff is just because I can’t portray the reasons behind it correctly why someone would like it.

I do strongly suggest if you have preferred characters to use, is to send me a short paragraph of their general personality. I usually can understand them from that. If it’s NSFW and I don’t understand something about a certain kink I will ask. If you have a certain way you want the story to go, I suggest writing a plot summary in the form of bullet points. It doesn’t have to be really detailed unless you want it. I will ask if I have to. I will send a rough draft for approval before the final draft is complete. I also would like if you could provide a drawn ref sheet or a written description of any characters involved.

I reserve the right to use any written work I have been commissioned for as an example, though I will ask first if the commissioner wants to remain anonymous or want me to change names of characters/etc. before posting.

All my examples of furry work are older, but my current work has been in anime fandom, I still write furry it's just don't have anything recent to use.

I write a lot of fanfiction (human), OC, AU, so let me know if you have an interest in any of the fandoms I write in (mostly anime) and what you may like (I can change any of these fandoms to hyrbid/feral/anthro if you wish). Also please be aware I will not write for a fandom I'm not a part of.

Fandoms:

BNHA

KnB

JJK

YYH

Genshin Impact (I cannot write all characters, but with research I can write most) 

Haikyuu!!

Obey Me! Otome Game

Fairy Tail- Seasons 1-4 only currently

Tokyo Ghoul

Food Wars!

Inuyasha

7DS

BSD

MLQC

Wolf's Rain

Vampire Knight

Cowboy Bebop

DRRR!

Psycho Pass

Bleach- not available yet

Squid Game

Stardew Valley

Stranger Things

Supernatural

The Walking Dead

Baldur's Gate 3

I also write original commissions or furry ones

Ghostwriting-

1. GW contemporary romance

Commissions -

1. Tumblr knb dark content -(3/4 of the way through first draft)

2. Bnha fandom continuation (starting rough draft)

3. Anon fandom comm (1/2 finished)

Waitlist (no longer open)

1. Dark content YCH stalker

2. Marvel tumblr comm

3. Resident evil x furry AU

4. Tumblr fanfic crossover yyh x the slayers

PLEASE BE AWARE! I struggle with tendonitis from writing too much, commissions can take up to 3 weeks to 2 months or longer depending on the status and length to be completed.

[lilyosamu]

Okay i created an account on AO3, Now i just need fanfiction to read...

Can someone be nice and give me some good fanfiction for me to read pleease?

I am not too picky

The fandoms i am active:

BSD

Marvel

Star Wars

Honkai Impact

Genshin Impact

Obey Me

The last of Us

Hunter × Hunter

Avatar the last airbender

Guns girl z

(i like crossovers like: harry potter × Dazai, or Genshin × Honkai)

Fandoms that i am only semi active, maybe it will change later:

MHA

Demon Slayer (sorry but I finish the manga years ago, i don't have the hip anymore but it's still a very good story to talk about over tea with someone)