can you see the stars too?

Hi! You can call me Ephemerys or Ephie. This blog is entirely Obey Me focused, but if you'd like to see my writing for other fandoms, my AO3 is archiveofourown.org/users/Svtaayi . My masterlist is sorted by character, or you can peruse everything with #ephie writes. I will reblog NSFW content so please be aware of that before following. Asks and drabble requests are both open! Icon by @jeweloftheheavens

[ephie-om]

Masterlist

♡ - New addition

Lucifer

The End of It

Human Privileges

Mornings After

Drunk Lucifer comes home

Lucifer's sixth sense

The Scheme

Mammon

Aftermath

Sick Day

Mammon's lesson on humans

Leviathan

Guest Beanbag

Levi's strategy

Satan

Under Attack ♡

The First Night ♡

Young Man

A Gentle Wrath

A Gentle Wrath (Part 2)

The Scheme

Asmodeus

Solomon does Asmo's nails

Asmo (kindly) violates your privacy

Drunk Lucifer comes home

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Impressions

The Scheme

Diavolo

A Special Meal

My Favorite

Zephyr

The End of It

Rainy Day

Mornings After

Demon form Diavolo

Diavolo's Birthday

Dragon Diavolo

Diavolo=Gomez Addams

Barbatos

A Special Outing

The Body-Swap Curse

Barbatos' Job

Solomon

Rescue Breaths

Shooting Star

Kitchen Adventures

Solomon does Asmo's nails

Solomon and skin-to-skin touch

Simeon

The Body-Swap Curse

Taking care of Simeon

Luke

Mephistopheles

Security Detail

Diavolo=Gomez Addams

Raphael

Pray

Thirteen

Flowers

MC

MC likes to mess with their demons

Multi

Kisses

The brothers reacting to you in their bed with a migraine

Events

Ready, Set, Go! (Holiday Exchange 2025)

Solomon Week 2025

Obey Me Advent Calendar

Miscellaneous/Headcanons

Devildom night/day cycle

Eye color changes from demon pacts

Sheep MC is hilarious

Series

Rescue Breaths ♡

Finding Home

OCs

Sol (My MC)

A Special Meal

Peace and Quiet

Good Morning, Sleepyheads!

Roka'leth Lycos

[suyasuyayamao67]

[loveprotag]

Lucifer 🙄

[luciciann]

art i was supposed 2 post earlier but um tumblr was buggy.. anywayyeessss I went on a crazy adventure today people!!

[blamebonk]

hello hit tumblr user blamebonk

may i request some beel and mc cuddles

your art has the texture of 4D gummies and i like it very much

HELLLOOOO BRO THANK YOU! Gummies you say? I used to think it tastes like plastic/rubber LOL

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[blamebonk]

I like Leviathan ten billion bits. I need that fat boy!!!!!!!

He’s going to overheat and die!!!!!

[ihatebelphie]

thinking about these two again,,,, it hurts so bad

[ihatebelphie]

✨!!! THEY ARE GFS !!!✨

[pandora-whowalksbetween]

SHE SAID YES!!!!

[missartistabby]

Prompt for DiaLuciweek 2026

"In your favorite Au"

Love me a classic Hanahaki disease Au. And love me a doomed DiaLuci also. Went a little overboard but I couldn't help myself 😂.

Enjoy ❤️.

L-It all started with an ache in my throat. Then a persistent cough. But then...Flowers erupted from my mouth.

L- Doctors were useless. I found a few diseases. But there were no cures. And it was getting worse.

L- Especially when I see your warm smile or rich laugh. But I couldn't tell you. I am your advisor and you're the Prince.

L-What will people think? So I'll keep quiet for as long as I can. Even if it means I perish.

L- Just promise me you'll look after my brothers. And to never stop smiling. I love you Dia.

@pseudonymphomania sorry if this is too long but I couldn't stop myself!

[blamebonk]

Shared more stuff, so wanted to mention I have a nsfw twt FOR 18 PLUS ONLY!!

[leviathil]

I got inspired by Lucifer's Sinner's choice CG, so I drew Simeon ripping his wings

[featheredcrowbones]

nothing has ever shined as brightly as you do

happy dialuci week hosted by the lovely @pseudonymphomania ㅤꨄ︎

[vampsmilkyway]

✨Drag Sisters - Clit Ching✨

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💛 Clit Ching’s theme is all about wealth. Money, gold, status, you name it. She is the queen of greed and wants everyone to know it

💛 Ching’s style is consisting of gold combined with either black, brown, or white. Animal prints also show up in a decent amount of her outfits as well

💛 Chunky accessories that scream rich and extravagant are a must for this girl to even go out on stage. Wether it’s glimmering jewels of every kind or endless strings of gold strung across her body, every accessory is picked with one purpose: Showing off her status

💛 If you’re able to decipher where Clit Ching’s jewelry ends and her nails begin, then you’ll see long nails with gorgeous designs with charms covering a minimum of half of her nail

💛 Ching’s wigs can vary in how they look, but charms in her hair is a given. Braids are her favorite wigs to wear though

💛 Clit Ching’s makeup will either be very simple or the loudest thing about her appearance depending on how much she has on the rest of her body

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💛 Clit Ching doesn’t put on shows the way her sisters do. She throws parties and performs dances during her parties. She surrounds herself with demons of lower status so that she can get a power high from being the most powerful and influential in the room

💛 Ching doesn’t perform with her sisters often, but that’s more so on her sisters than her. They don’t have the energy to keep up with her insane parties every time she throws one, but the offer is always open when they’re ready

[blamebonk]

can you please draw my little grump satan playing video games with levi (no pressure obvi) 🥹✌️

BANNED from playing video games in the HOL living room

[aspiringtrashpanda]

Characters: Áine Quinn, Satan Prompt: Arranged Marriage Warnings: Manipulation + control, betrayal Additional context: There is unrequited love on Satan's side for Áine, but her heart belongs to Levi.

The wooden floor felt cold against the skin of Áine’s knees as she crumpled behind her bedroom door. The moment the lock had clicked into place, she had sunk into the abyss that opened in the ground, its teeth all shattered glass digging into her flesh as it swallowed her whole. 

She clawed at her chest, her breath stuck in her throat. What was she supposed to tell Levi?

A sudden knock at the door only made the air disappear from her lungs entirely. 

“Áine?” The deep timbre of Satan’s tone followed the stern rap that gave way his identity. 

She shuddered, a voice that had once seemed so comforting warping into shackles around her ankles. She did not answer. 

“May I come in?” Satan tried again. There was a soft thump as he leaned against the door on the other side. 

She summoned the last bit of strength in her reserves to crawl away from the panel at her back, to choke out a strangled “Y-yes,” as she slumped against the frame of her bed, the soft pink duvet cushioning the hard edges of reality. 

He wasted no time, the hinges announcing his arrival with a creak. Áine barely registered golden blond and sea green as anything more than blurs of color as he crouched next to her. A slow exhale marked the beginning of a sentence that never left his lips, and Áine made no move to fill the heavy silence with anything other than muffled sobs. 

Eventually, Satan offered a soft, “Well, that didn’t go as planned.”

Áine’s snort of affirmation came out weak and weepy. She wiped the top of her wobbly lip with the back of her hand. “What are we going to do?”

She heard Satan stop breathing, as though holding his breath would bring an impossible answer. Then, he whispered, “I don’t know.”

Áine whimpered, her violet hair sweeping forward like a privacy curtain as she buried her face in her knees, drawing her legs to her chest. What were they going to do, indeed?

What had begun as a plea for dual citizenship to the House of Lords–an effort to surprise Áine’s beloved Leviathan with permanent residence in the Devildom–had gravely backfired. The House of Lords saw no loyalty in Áine, saw an opportunity to create a political alliance. Wouldn’t the apprentice of the greatest sorcerer in the world be a handy chess piece if tied to the one demon of the seven rulers with no ties to the Celestial Realm? They had agreed to allow her stay, should she be wed to the Avatar of Wrath, and really, what good was being friends with Lord Diavolo if he wasn’t able to pull strings for his favorite human? Not that she blamed him; the House of Lords was already irritated with his blatant favoritism, and the last thing the Devildom needed was mutiny towards the stand in king. 

“I’ll take good care of you,” Satan spoke with a finality that hollowed the marrow of Áine’s bones. It held the subtle satisfaction that had pierced her heart the moment the speaker of the House of Lords had decreed their conditions of the trade. It rang like a death knoll as he added, “I promise.”

“That’s not the point, Satan!” Áine hissed, raising her teary eyes.

She looked at him for the first time since he had entered her room. He stared at her with a storm in his eyes that raised the hair along the nape of her neck. Guilt crashed against waves of loyalty to his lord, to his standing, to her, made worse by the blue lightning of desire reflected in emerald pools. 

“Is it so wrong to think that maybe we’d be good together?” There was a hint of a whine to his protest, just barely audible, the reserved, knowledgeable, well-read demon not one to lower himself to begging. “That maybe we’re compatible?”

“Satan.” Áine’s heart pattered like the flight of a scared jackrabbit. She clenched her hands into fists, choking out, “We’re not having this conversation again.”

He had the audacity to suggest, “Feelings can change.”

The challenge that flashed in his emerald eyes sent resentment roiling in her gut. She steeled her resolve, and maybe the words came out harsher than intended when she spat, “I will never love you. Not like that. Not the way you want me to.”

That did it, flipping the switch inside the tumultuous landscape of Satan’s brain. In an instant, his teeth bared, his gaze narrowed to a simmering slit, and slowly, every movement with intent, he pried her fingers away from her knees. Lifting her knuckles to his lips, his frown oozed into a sinister smirk as he kissed her hand, gently and ever so threatening.

“Just think. It could be worse.” He murmured as he paused in the doorway, his silhouette blocking out any light of hope. “You could be betrothed to Lucifer.”

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[aspiringtrashpanda]

Characters: Áine Quinn, Thirteen Prompt: School Partner Project No warnings apply.

“I fear I have made a grave mistake,” the professor drawled, little to no expression in his voice. He stood at the back of the classroom, arms crossed over a glitter-crusted suit, disdain sketched into the hard lines of his face. 

Mere moments earlier, Áine and Thirteen had taken their spots at the front of the classroom, game faces on, ready to rock the socks off the other students with their presentation on the history of static sheep exploitation in the devil yarn industry. The various colorful cuts of bristol board–decorated in sparkling markers and dopamine inducing stickers–contrasted photographs of sheared sheep kept in tight enclosures, Áine delivering a passionate and very tearful speech on the poor living conditions of the livestock while a song by a human world artist looped in the background. Something about the arms of an angel. 

The presentation had concluded by Thirteen offering a solution to the overfarming, and the entire class had recoiled when she brandished the massive bazooka. Thankfully, it had only coated every corner of the room in synthetic wool created by plant fibres, though they could have done without the additional glitter bomb. 

As the two exchange students enthusiastically celebrated, the cloud of sparkles dissipating into a haze that burned the eyes of all present, the professor could do nothing but make a mental note to never, ever, pair Áine Quinn and Thirteen together for a project again. 

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[aspiringtrashpanda]

Characters: Áine QuinnxLeviathan Prompt: "STAY!" Warning: Gambling lol

“Arghhh,” Leviathan groaned, shoulders tensed and hunched over his D.D.D. His frame was so large in comparison, and when Áine glanced up from her school notes, she had to stifle a laugh. It never failed to amuse her, the way her tall, lanky demon boyfriend bent to the will of his device as if it contained its own gravitational pull. 

“What’s up?” She asked, underlining her next heading with a new gelpen: aventurine green. 

“Mirabelle won’t come home,” he grunted, shifting on the ottoman next to his bathtub. Irritation licked at every syllable, his brow furrowed with concentration. 

Áine decided to revisit her notes some other time. Instead, she rose from where she sat at his computer desk to go hover over his shoulder. He was pulling on a card of a well-endowed mage clutching a scepter fitted with a glowing emerald. Áine hummed in sympathy, “How long does the banner go for?”

“It ends today,” Levi muttered, and it did not surprise Áine when she noticed a haze of inky purple begin to seep from his pores, bright orange sparking like embers above coals. 

She hesitated. “And you really need her?”

This time, he didn’t even bother responding. Instead, Áine watched his thumbs taper, dark claws overtaking his soft hands as a low growl rumbled in his throat. 

“Levi…” she worried, watching coral horns weave their way through indigo hair, his thick serpentine tail slithering out of the base of his spine, thumping onto the tiled floor with a heavy smack. 

Her concern grew as he pulled again and again, retreating to the in-app purchase screen when he failed to bring home the new character. A hundred grimm. Three hundred grim. A whopping thousand grimm down the drain as he tried and tried and failed to add the busty witch to his character collection. 

It was when Áine could hear his molars grinding together with a sickening pop of his jaw that she suggested, “I think you gotta let her go, Levi.”

Her words were unable to pierce the fog of negativity, of envy that circled his horns like a demonic halo. The grumbling rose in volume, each tap of a claw threatening to break the D.D.D. screen, each flick of his tail nearly knocking a precious figurine off the nearest shelf. The energy that radiated from Leviathan cast a heavy pressure on Áine’s chest, forcing the air from her lungs and making it hard to breathe. 

“Levi!” She coughed, reluctant to leave his side despite the smog scratching at her throat. When Leviathan simply threw away another thousand grimm to sacrifice his purchase to the gacha gods, she risked reaching into the toxic haze spilling from purple scale clusters bursting across his skin to jostle his shoulder. No reaction, the demonic cloud of energy only got denser, his eyes burning amber as he grumbling about how unfair the odds were. She tried shouting, “LEVIATHAN!” but she may as well have been talking to a wall.

She sighed, stepping away from Levi to shake off the immense weight of his aura. A deep exhale, and she pulled the ace from her sleeve. “STAY!”

“EEEP!” Levi crumpled to the floor in an instant, the magic that flickered around him disappearing in a flash of white light. A beat, and his tail was retracting, his horns sinking into his skull, his claws returning to carefully maintained painted nails. He hissed in pain, but at least his attention had finally been pulled from that Celestial-Realm-forsaken gacha banner. His stomach to the floor, his ass in the air, he shot her a baleful side-eye and grunted, “Did you have to do that?”

Áine pushed the guilt away, stepping to his side to help him to his feet as she countered, “If you go bankrupt, you won’t be able to afford the VIP experience at the upcoming Hana Ruri café collab.” 

He merely sighed, shifting from leaning against her for support to wrapping his arms around her middle. He deflated into Áine’s embrace, resting his forehead on her shoulder, his knees bent to accommodate for his height. “You’re right,” he murmured into her sweater. “It’s just so not fair.”

“What if…” Áine thought as she ran her fingers up and down the notches in Levi’s spine. “What if you can get Mirabelle some other way?”

“Like…hacking?” Levi straightened up, pulling away from her warmth to squish his nose in disgust. “That’s cheating.”

“No, like…” And Áine winked, blowing him a kiss, “You know how to sew. Get me an outfit and I’ll be your Mirabelle any day.”

She wasn’t sure she had ever seen him move so fast, booking it out his bedroom door on a mission to the textiles district of the Devildom.

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