The Three Realms Archive

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~ CURRENT EVENTS ~

Nothing at the moment. Requests currently OPEN!

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Welcome to the Three Realms Archive, where you can find stories (+ now various bits of incomplete art!) about the beings that reside in the Three Realms and beyond! Whether it be stories of the Avatars of Sin, the students of Prince Diavolo’s RAD exchange programme, or of the incredible human who became sorcerer under the tutelage of the Wise Sorcerer and Master of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld… You can find their stories here!

Atmospheric introduction aside, welcome to this side blog for writing and art to do with Obey Me! And Obey Me! Nightbringer. These will most likely be bits and pieces that come to me when they come.

My ideas inbox is currently open (use the ‘Requests/Ideas OPEN!’ tab to send them), but please read the rules below first!!! You can also just send me anything Obey Me! and Obey Me! Nightbringer :D

This blog is new, so bear with me whilst I work on aesthetics and getting started on writing/uploading some stuff I've written :D I’m also fairly new to writing and want to use this blog for some casual practice - I hope you enjoy!

Rules and masterlist under the cut:

re-reading og obey me atm! ik this is definitely un-canon, but i like to imagine the beginning of solomon's relationship with asmo starting with him aggressively helping asmo get over sarah

You sigh, lazily sliding your finger up against the cold glass of your D.D.D screen. Your Devilgram feed obeys with the same laziness; and the same roulette of images become a blur as the same, old posts show up again - and again… and again. Leviathan’s play-by-play commentary of Beel and Belphie’s blind taste-testing contest is no longer being updated. Satan’s isn’t posting any more cat photos - you figure he must be busy feeding them right now. A twinge of jealousy raps at your head when you find that Asmodeus is the only one actively posting at regular intervals; each time at a different store (with a reluctant, yet amused-looking, wise sorcerer in tow).

You desperately wish you were in a different store.

The wooden frame of the outstandingly-uncomfortable chair you’ve chosen to sit on continues to dig into your back - and you're regretting not listening to Lucifer’s advice. You understand why someone decided to give this stupid thing up. Around you, rows and shelves of second-hand furniture and pre-loved clothes seem to stretch out longer, and farther, each time you look up at them. Since it’s a weekday, the store is mostly quiet… save for a single demon's voice, alternating rapidly between muttering numbers like a madman, and triumphant snickering.

The time glares at you from the upper-left corner of your phone screen.

… It’s been five hours since you and Mammon had entered the thrift store.

No one really volunteers to go shopping with Mammon, in general. One: because no one wants be the collateral damage when he inevitably gets itchy fingers for something valuable… and, two: because he takes ages to check out.

It’s always been different with you around, though. To his family’s delight, he usually strives to be on his best behaviour around you - and he usually stops dead in his tracks when he’s about to cause trouble, if the puppy dog-eyed look you give him even remotely resembles disappointment.

And if he doesn’t… well, ‘stay’ is always a word you use.

The one exception is thrift stores.

Thrift stores are Mammon’s idea of a video-game, Leviathan had nervously explained to you when you had told him you’d be going to a pop-up thrift store with Mammon. He had even paused his game to warn you - so you knew it was serious.

The way Levi had explained it, was that Mammon adored the thrill of beating - of besting - thrift stores. Optimising and min-maxing his build to get the highest profit. Lucifer, who you had gone to for advice after getting spooked by the seriousness (and overly-technical nature) of Levi’s warning, had advised you two things: to set aside the whole day and bring a pillow. Then he had muttered something about how he wished Mammon would apply himself the same way to schoolwork as you walked out the.

Still, like a fool, you went anyway.

It’s not as though you get no benefit at all, however. Mammon is a demon authenticity test - able to tell between authentic pieces and well-crafted dupes, and expensive or inexpensive items, in a few seconds. The most you’ve ever seen him need is a minute, when he struggled for a short while to differentiate the number of carats between two collectors-edition golden Grimm coins (his sin gets a little crazy when it comes to actual gold).

He can also estimate the price of anything in a thrift store down to the nearest 100 Grimm.

As a result, he’s the best personal shopping assistant in the Devildom. All you really have to do is tell him that you’re looking for a pair of jeans - then he’s pulled you ten options in five minutes, knows what brand they all are even if they’ve had the labels removed, and approximately how much they’ve been discounted from base price. And they all look amazing on you, too.

It’s since he’s a model, he says.

(But it’s really because he spends more time in your room than his own, so he knows your clothing style and sizes pretty well. To impress you with surprise gifts and stuff, y’know? When… or if, he has the money.)

He doesn’t mind putting in the extra work because he loves you - but, from the adorable grin on his face when he comes bounding up to you with his finds, it's also really clear he's doing it for the love of the game.

Be proud of him, though! It is a massive boost to his ego if you compliment him on his thrifting skills, and he will probably be bragging about it, unprompted, in irrelevant conversations for the next week.

After he’s done helping you shop, however, he will be in that store for hours doing the same for himself. The way he zips around and mutters calculations to himself makes you think he’s going insane.

… He only realises after he’s bought everything that the two of you can’t carry it all home.

It’s only after you get back to the House of Lamentation (with the help of a tiring teleportation spell he now owes you a meal for) that everything starts to get back to normal. Unfortunately, ‘normal’ is often Mammon realising that his plans to maximise profits only work if people are willing to buy from him; which - considering his reputation in the Devildom and general lack of previous customer satisfaction - isn’t happening anytime soon.

Eventually, he resorts to asking you - someone with a more respectable renown - to put everything up on a D-Bay… and you're stunned when you actually do make all the profit he said he'd make, and that his maths is pretty on the money.

… Then he spends all that money. The cycle repeats, and everything is okay with the world once more.

(i love thrifts stores myself, even though i have to travel quite far to get to one from where i am - i usually go to them to buy accessories and videogames, so thanks for this ask! there do seem to be such a range of thrift stores nowadays though - there are kinda cheaper local ones, and then there are some in busier areas that are superrrrr out of my price range D: i do hope this answered the request all right <3)

(TL;DR, i think mammon would be pretty familiar with thrift stores, and shops at them for the love of the game, lol. he’s one of my favourite representations of the avatar of greed in media because he kinda wants everything, and not just money - so he's basically a kid in a candy store at any thrift. being who he is, thrift stores are a lil different from buying stuff at retail price because - in his mind - it’s an opportunity to buy low and sell high if he plays his cards right. he’ll also defo buy something super expensive, and then justify it by buying smth else and saying he’ll sell it to cover the cost)

(sorry guys i know u love mammon and i love him too…)

like the title says, obey me requests are OPEN! pls check out the pinned post for rules and the current masterlist (which i really need to update and sort out.....................)

sooooooo i've not been shy about how this blog also serves to document my fanart/digital art journey! i used to do more realism-based, traditional art... then i stopped for years... THEN i came back because of this fandom....................... so i started off a lil rusty ahaha

so, here are two mammons for the price of one, roughly 10 months apart now?

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“So. I think you and I both know what this means.” Leviathan narrows his eyes, brows furrowing and bottom lip jutting out in a constipated mix of jealousy and irritation.

“I, uh… don’t believe I do?” Diavolo replies, unsure. “I thought it was wonderful that we could both share -”

“No. Mm-mm. Nuh-uh. Nope.” The Avatar of Envy whips his head with such force that one of his twin tails nearly slugs you in the eye. Unsused to being interrupted, Diavolo blinks. The angry stamp of his accidental adversary's heeled shoes and the violent swish of his ita bag keychains really show Levi means business. “There can only be one! MC, " Levi scurries up to Diavolo, puffing out his chest like a bird during mating season as he calls your name. "Hurry - judge our petunia power poses - quickly!”

The funky way Levi's arms bend and legs jut out from under his miniskirt make you wince in concern - and second-hand discomfort. Diavolo, peering over and visibly giddy, tries to copy him.

“Ooh, ooh - is this roleplaying? We should get a picture!” He giggles. His body bounces with excitement, but he still contorts his limbs into an impressive imitation Leviathan. “MC, reach into my back pocket and grab my D.D.D. Devilgram simply must know of the twin Hana Ruris of this year’s Demon-Con!”

Levi hisses. You swear you see his tail rattle.

“Twin, my butt! I spent six whole months just on R&D for this cosplay, and - !”

“And it looks amazing, Leviathan!” You quickly reassure, ignoring a certain demon’s butt pocket shuffling closer in your direction and taking out your own D.D.D instead. You hadn’t expected such an intense reaction from Leviathan - but, then again, you hadn’t expected the Crown Prince of Hell to show up with his crown prince of hell-sized body stuffed into a human-sized dress. However, your own Azuki-tan cosplay was getting rather sweaty, and you were desperate to just take this photo and run to the nearest exit for some fresh air… so you figure it would be best to just diffuse the situation with some light small-talk.

“Hey, Dia,” you ask, holding up your D.D.D camera. You hear Leviathan grumble under his breath, but you can really tell he’s trying not to dishonour the outfit with a bad photo. “Where did you get your cosplay, anyway?”

Diavolo beams.

“A human-world Halloween store.”

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Levi spends the rest of the day avoiding Diavolo; who spends the rest of the day attempting to follow Levi. You don’t know whether to laugh at this hilariously-convoluted game of hide-and-seek; or feel as sorry for Diavolo as you would for a lost dog searching for their owner.

Maybe this is just what you get for trying to get the group cosplay out of the group chat.

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(hehe con season is around now-ish so i thought a convention-related story would be nice. diavolo and leviathan would be such good con company imo)

Masterlist here! Thank you for reading through the Three Realms Archive!

Summary/Details: Diavolo's allowed Satan to start a new website for students to upload stories that they've written. It goes about as chaotically as that sounds.

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All things considered, Diavolo had found Satan’s idea for a self-published story website for RAD students rather innocent. In fact, he had been excited to expand RAD’s literature past the stuffy confines of its ancient library. Fairytales of the modern-day written in the styles of the classics; introspective pieces ushering commentary about difficult topics; perhaps even the occasional short novel based on one of RAD’s mysteries! It had been the perfect suggestion for the annual book festival - no less, suggested by the student council’s resident bookworm.

“Much about my life has been decided from birth, Satan. I think I’d know if I were betrothed.” Diavolo starts. “Much less to Lucifer.”

However, now the Avatar of Greed stands before the RAD student council president (and his butler) in a back alleyway much unbecoming of their status: the only place left to hide from the over-excited fanfiction fans that had been hounding Diavolo the entire day. His barbed tail thrashes against some trash bags (Barbatos wincing at the stench that pours out), as he attempts to explain for the tenth time.

“No - Lord Diavolo - they know you aren’t marrying Lucifer.” He lets out a sharp sigh. “But someone’s written a popular story on the site, and it’s in the story - " he says, gesturing to the two, distinct, imaginary concepts with his hands, hoping for some sense of clarity, " - that you marry him. But the website was never intended for -”

“Yes, yes - " Barbatos coughs, swatting flies away with a gloved hand and glancing around for watching eyes. “- we understand that site of yours is becoming quite popular.”

“Well, I think this is wonderful news! ” Diavolo beams, puffing out his chest as his butler pinches his nose and gags behind him. “Many thanks for the idea, Satan. Perhaps I should talk to Lucifer about some wedding-related PR stunts we could do to prolong this newfound popularity…”

“Absolutely not. Enough people have inquired about their prince’s martial status for one day,” Barbatos sternly responds, ignoring the strong pout from the hulking demon prince beside him. “Though, it would be sensible to nip these rumours in the bud before any fictional stories get written about the council…”

Satan sighs. Again.

“It’s… a bit late for that.”

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on an obey me art roll, so here's another WIP!

mammon wip, place your votes on whether this'll be an exception to my horrible horrible wip-finishing track record

But even his sin isn’t friendly anymore, because he dreams in his sleep. He dreams of universes - infinite universes - where he meets you and falls in love in any way that isn’t the same as the reality he comes from. Sometimes, he doesn’t step towards you that day at the top of the stairs - and his eldest brother swoops in to deliver the truth about his sister’s death before he can make his biggest mistake. Other times, he lives as a human; and he gets his long-awaited meet-cute with you in a scene that looks oddly-familiar to the dating sim he had played with Levi last week.

Most of the time, though… he closes his eyes. Then, he opens them.

And you’re there, sleeping next to him, murmuring that you’ve forgiven him for all he’s done.

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“ - phegor..? Belphegor?”

No, no, not yet - he doesn’t want to wake up yet. Dream you still hasn’t gotten to the part where you tell him you love him.

“Gosh, Belphie - Belphegor, it’s time to wake up!”

His eyes fly open. Like a catapult, his posture snaps upright - and you recoil, hands up defensively.

“Woah, there - I’m sorry! Lucifer wanted me to call you downstairs.” You explain. He blinks at you, dumbfounded, but you don’t notice in your hurry to wake the others. You only babble something about Lord Diavolo, an emergency meeting, Lotan - and scurry out the door. A few moments later, Belphegor hears the patter of your feet and the knocking of your knuckles again, for another of his brothers. Then, the same babbling. Then, footsteps, and it continues.

But what was it you had said? ‘Belphie’?

Surely not. You haven't called him that since...

He lets his eyelids flutter shut. The line between reality and dream goes as blurry as his vision.

i made this unfinished(ish) levi drawing about a year(ish) ago SPECIFICALLY to post to tumblr.

... i never posted it.

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Summary/Details: The seat next to yours at lunch is a coveted position at RAD. Comedicccccc (I've been doing a lot of comedy lately, ahaha.......)

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Lunchtime at RAD is a battlefield.

Mammon strikes first - ever eager, ever impatient. In athleticism alone, he runs circles around his brothers… or, at least, he would - if they weren’t busy pelting him with bullets made of mashed potatoes and peas.

Satan, Lucifer and Belphegor are close behind; and have taken advantage of their second-born brother's useful habit of rarely thinking things through. They keep him busy with edible ammunition, and wind their way through the rivers and tributaries of students flowing through the cafeteria, meandering along a predetermined path towards their target.

All five brothers rush toward the table at centre of the hall, sprinting as though their survival depends on it.

Beel is already sat with you (because Gluttony waits for no lunch line), on his third helping. Leviathan is working from home, and is joining you via video-chat on his younger brother’s phone. There is a single, waiting, empty seat at your table.

Though, not for long.

Around you, the war in the RAD cafeteria continues to rage. Classmates, staff members, and stray school cooks have each taken a brother’s side.

However, many plans are quickly thwarted when the armies of school-goers start to fall; trampled under a small army of stiletto heels and platform shoes. Asmodeus crowd-surfs his adoring fans as they carve a path through the lunchtime crowd, laughing maniacally as he leaves his brothers in his glittery, perfume scented dust.

You know they’re coming - of course you do - before they’ve even reached you. Your finely-tuned sorcerer senses tingle with great intensity whenever your demon family is wreaking havoc nearby. Also, you have eyes. Food is flying, magic is crackling through the air, and a silhouette of Asmo in a full split is drawing ever closer.

for every one fluff or comedy fic idea i get like