For millennia, rules had been set down in concrete for gods and mortals; -No God should ever make contact with a mortal -Bringing mortals to the immortal realm is forbidden -Visiting the mortal realm is allowed, but as long as NO contact with mortals is made - NEVER fall in love with a mortal If these rules were broken, the punishments could range from loss of powers, demotion, or complete banishment from the upper realm. These rules meant everything. But as always, there's always the odd few that assume the rules don't apply to them... -There's also a lot of Crossmare in this :3- Cover credit: Lunar-Chan on Tumblr

"I'm not, I repeat, I'm NOT going to play around with you." "It's your fault why we're stuck like this." "I can disguise as a guard! We could-" "We can't let the original suddenly die when Nightmare only saw you yesterday!" "But I don't want to roleplay as your SLAVE of all people!" "It's not like you have any choice." ---|--- "We'll get out of here, I promise." He held out his pinkie, a promise to be kept between them. Ink looked at it in surprise before he met the other's eye lights again. "...Together?" "Together." Error confirmed ---|--- Note: This Multiverse isn't the same one as the Worlds Collide. This means that the personalities and memories of the characters isn't the same from the book. The Characters doesn't belong to me except for Martial. The cover of the story came from two different artists. I do not own the cover. Enjoy!

Cross has had it. There is only one place left for him to go and he just HAS to find it. Escaping an abusive father, he seeks the Circus. A spectacle of performers and animals. But once he's there, things aren't as they seem. Ships: Crossmare Errink Kreme Horrorlust Afterdeath Dustberry WARNING: SAD

Error and Ink are two Gods, one of creation, the other of Destruction. One is a tattoo artist, happy with his life, the other works in an office, wishing he could quit his job. Due to an incident with two past Gods, Creation and Destruction are not allowed to know anything about each other. The most they are told about each other is the first letter of the other's name. Will they ever find each other? And if they do, what would the consequences be if they were to grow... very close?

Day and night. Good and evil. White and black. Heaven and hell. Creation and destruction. All of these are opposites, but they can't exist without the other. Ink and Error is a strange opposite though. Unlike most opposites, these two could technically live without the other... Physically. Emotionally on the other hand, they could never separate. They like each other too much for that to happen, they are Friends. But, let's say one of them loves the other. Not LOVE, but loves them. It would be hard for him to fall in love with his opposite. Even more harder for him to continually fight reality for that to even happen. I'd heard that some things were made to be broken. Maybe this is one? Cover made by Sinandlone

Nightmare, go to school, they said. Nightmare, it will be FUN, they said. What a load of crap. Nightmare isn't buying any of it. His brother's loved and he is feared. When invited to go on an outing while weakened that leads to some supernatural involvement, Nightmare meets someone that will change his life. The problem? For better or for worse? That's a joke. His life can't possibly get any worse. Ships: Crossmare Errink Kreme Dustberry Afterdeath Horrorlust

Welcome to Death Weapon Meister Academy, the school created by the Grim Reaper themself in order to help train weapons and meisters defend the world against tainted souls trying to kill innocent humans and monsters. These creatures must be stopped before they become a Kishin, a being so terrifyingly powerful that the entire Academy was created to stop the creation of another. If only the skeletons attending the school were less... insane.