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
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i'd say that my theme is often yearning for love! often times what i write about (or want to write about), there's a character who is so desperate for love, they'd do just about anything to find and keep it.
it can be seen both in my fics and my original stories! (not that a i post any of those lmao)
in The Buzzing of Cicadas, which is already based off of a pre-existing manga series that i adore because it kinda follows this theme already, there is a spirit/deity that pretends to be Hikaru in order to keep Kaoru close, because of its love for him.
the theme is quite obvious in What a Terrifying Work of Art; in it, Lucifer loses a brother, and because he so desperately doesnt want to feel the pain that would come from that death, brings him back to life--even though it ruins that brother forever.
In Heart Melts, it's about how Peasley's love for his kingdom and its people is used against him by a spirit, used to hurt people instead, including the man he loves dearly; as long as he believes it's for the greater good of his people, then it is worth it.
i'm not too sure about my other works; the rest is just mostly fluffy one-shots, which is my go-to if i'm not working on long-ass multi chapter fics like the ones listed above lmao
it could be argued that the yearning of love could be found in A Sin-filled Swap, as Leviathan just wants to stay with his newly altered sin, as he wants so desperately for people to like him. Give Me a Heart falls under the same category, of Levi wanting people to notice and like him, but is not quite at the stage of doing what he thinks needs to be done to do so. idk about the other one-shots tho! i'm sure there's a way to fit them into it lolol
but yeah! the yearning for love, and the desperation that comes from it is, i think, the theme i often have in my writing. im sure there's a better, more concise way to word it but yeah lol
edit (bc i forgot to say): usually i joke round that my micro-genre is trapping a person in a small space (usually a room), with people around them lying and gaslighting them about the truth and whats actually going on. i have two, arguably three fics that fit this lmao
2. Has writing a fic ever changed your opinion of a character?
Surprisingly, no? I can definitely pinpoint a few that I've read that have changed my opinions, but I think I stay pretty solid on my personal feelings about characters. I have written for characters that I don't particularly like, though, so I've learned to still enjoy and appreciate characters that don't resonate with me.
11. You’re posting a fic to AO3 and completely forgot to write a summary. What is your summary-writing strategy?
So this is actually identical to my regular summary-writing strategy because no matter what I will always look at that blank box and go fuuuuck. forgot about that. and then copy and paste a paragraph or two (or a snippet of dialogue) from the beginning, edit it down if necessary for context's sake, and never think about it again. I think the only time I've ever done something different was on my first one or two AO3 posts or when I stole (with permission) someone else's summary of my Solomon Week fics because they were way better than what I could've come up with.
16. Describe your current WIP with just emojis.
oh god this is so hard. what. which wip do I pick. ok here we go let's talk about Finding Home Chapter 3
so I can't. figure out how to do emojis on tumblr. and there's no gifs that are anywhere CLOSE to conveys the emotions that I'm going for here. so in my infinite creativity I've decided to just explain the plot of it EXTREMELY poorly ok
local colorblind man goes on a date with his boss that's only a date to anyone watching because they're both so clearly uncomfortable. local man abandons his child at his coworker's house for this event. homophobia is alive and well. ice cream leads to an car makeout session that could have turned into sex but didn't. child screams at his father for the abandonment. end scene
2, 10, and 18 for the ask game pretty please? -ephie
hiiiiii ephie!!!
2. Has writing a fic ever changed your opinion of a character?
yes, actually!! the first (and possibly only lol) example that comes to mind is ingrid from fe3h! i used to be extremely ambivalent over her bc she just felt kinda boring to me, but i had to write a chapter of a fic in her pov, and doing so actually made me really appreciate her as a character!! she has a lot of potential, and it saddens me that people usually brush her to the side, especially when people write fics about her childhood friends and then just not include her in the friend group. she was just as much of friends with sylvain, felix, and dimitri as they all were of each other, but often times i see her conveniently left out.....hmm...... (of course, writers often times will just leave out characters if they dont need them for the plot, which is obviously fair and justified! but sometimes i think that she's left out a little too much...)
10. What’s a phrase you catch yourself using in multiple fics, not necessarily on purpose?
im not sure about a phrase exactly, but unfortunately i do reuse a lot of the same words </3 (i really need to get back into reading so i can study texts and an author's style.......) i do a lot of "[Character A] supposed" or "[Character A] thought that perhaps ___" type of beats. I write a lot of Character Who's POV I'm Using speculating on things, because I prefer third-person limited and don't just wanna say what Character B is thinking lol. it makes it come off as repetitive though, so i'm trying to learn to move away from it
10. If you have noticed themes emerging in your writing, what are they? What broad themes and topics do you enjoy exploring?
What a Terrifying Work of Art 🤝 The Buzzing of Cicadas 🤝 Heart Melts (You Meant So Well) 🤝 a lot of other pieces that float around in my head lol
the yearning for love, and the lengths someone will go to in order to have or keep it.
i already discussed about it on this post, so i'll keep this one brief, but a lot of my works includes a character doing Bad Things (or at the very least, morally questionable things) in order to have love. the love that they harbor is so strong that it clouds their judgement on whats right and wrong--just as long as theyre able to keep said love, then no matter what they do, its the right decision. this is probably why i love lucifer so much lmao
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: M
Pairing: Lucifer/Asahi (MC)
Word count: 2.8k
CWs: Aphobia, implied previous dub-con
Really, Asahi's request could be summarized into one sentence.
"You want romance," Lucifer said. It wasn't a question, but Asahi went on confirming it anyway with a nod and a teasing grin.
"Got it in one. Look at you, using that big brain of yours."
"If that's the case, then I'm going to have to respectively decline."
YAAAAAY ITS HERE ITS DONE!! THE ASAFER DIVORCE FIC 🎉🎉🎉
they are the Worst ever i need to kill both of them
You all seem to like these, so here is another batch of writer asks! These questions are a little more relaxed than the last two. Followers can send an ask with a number OR you can reblog and answer everything like a Q&A.
I always see a lot of “idk if i’m a writer” in the tags for these so let me just say in advance, yes you are and you can play.
What is the crackiest* thing you’ve ever written? (*I mean this with great affection)
Has writing a fic ever changed your opinion of a character?
Tell us about a headcanon you invented for a fic
Have you ever written a fic inspired by a tumblr post?
How do you know when you’re finished writing a fic? At what point do you call it done?
When do you title your fics? Before you write them? As you write them? While posting to AO3 and that “Work Title” field is staring at you?
Navigate to your complete list of works on AO3. What are your top 5 Additional Tags?
Tell us your shortest and longest titles of all time
The two fandoms you’ve written the most have been suddenly crossed with each other! What AU are you writing?
What’s a phrase you catch yourself using in multiple fics, not necessarily on purpose?
Oh no! You’re posting a fic to AO3 and completely forgot to write a summary. What is your summary-writing strategy?
Do you write in order, jump around the draft, or a mix? Something else?
Congratulations, you’ve just finished the WIP you’ve been working on for months! How are you going to celebrate?
Is there a word or phrase you intentionally use in every fic?
How many times has someone nodded in your current WIP? This is for posterity so be honest
Describe your current WIP with just emojis
When you get a new fic idea, what does that look like in your mind? Does it play out like a film? Do you imagine lines of dialogue or a certain moment? Does a character just sit there staring at you?
If you have noticed themes emerging in your writing, what are they? What broad themes and topics do you enjoy exploring?
It’s a lovely morning in fandom land and a horrible goose is running rampant through your folders. How many WIPs is it going to step on?
What’s the story behind your pen name?
Without getting into any discourse, just thinking as a writer approaching characters, would you ever write about your NOTP? If you did, do you think that would change how you feel about it? (If you’ve done this, how did it go?)
Do you have a fixed writing routine, or do you write when you have time? Is there a time of day when you prefer to write?
What is your #1 distraction when you’re trying to write? If it’s a pet, post a pic
What colors, sights, sounds, textures, etc. inspire you? Do certain environments make you feel more creative than others?
Someone you know outside of fandom has heard that you’re a writer. “I’d like to read something of yours!” they say with sincere enthusiasm. “Where can I find it?” What’s your answer?
Do you have a routine you run through before you write?
Share a random sentence from a WIP. The less context, the better. Be confusing.
You’re out and about, nowhere near your home, when a fantastic story idea pops into your head! What do you do?
Have you ever actually remembered one of those 3am “I’ll remember it in the morning” ideas?
Finish this sentence with your fandom’s variation(s): No beta, we die like _________
Things I changed: Made his skin a bit darker (and less gray), darkened his hair to match his eyebrows, redrew his nose, mouth & eyes, and made his eyes a bit darker yellow.
I really like his outfit design, so I decided to not change anything there. This is my new favorite redesign
Accompanying Diavolo on his business trips is a blast. He provides you with entire wardrobes of tailor-made clothing. Every meal tastes like a feast of delicacies. Your accommodations are usually massive suites that have hot tubs, monogrammed bathrobes, and fresh fruit baskets with wine.
Diavolo even lets you pilfer all of the pillow mints and tiny shampoos. He calls it compensation for having to share a room with him, as all of the adjacent suites sell out fast. Or, so he says.
The only thing that bugs you is etiquette. You never quite know how to act in certain situations, or how to publicly bring something to the prince's attention when there's something important to say.
"Lord Diavolo," you say, hesitantly interrupting his discussion with a delegation of noble vampires.
"Yes? Why so formal? You are not one of my denizens," he reminds you. "You know you can drop the title."
You hesitate before you address him again. "Diavolo."
He appears delighted when he replies, "Yes?"
"It's not that I dislike it, but, uh... I'm worried for your public image if you keep patting me like this."
"Hm?"
With only one arm needed for firm handshakes, Diavolo's other hand naturally drifted to your head, where he kept giving you plenty of headpats.
You don't think the prince is conscious of it. It's a habit he forgets to shake when the two of you aren't alone, and a habit that makes your hair all messy. You look more like a pet than an official representative of the human world.
He laughs, the joyous sound echoing around the ballroom and causing heads to turn. "Oh my! You're right. You better go and find Barbatos. As much as I enjoy having you next to me, it will surely be a matter of time before I put my hands on you again."
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Hiyori /Asahi brainrot is real. Also I've never written dialogue for toddlers before so cut me some slack ok. she's like. three or four in this piece ig @cinnamon-bunni
"-and really, Mammon, twice this week? Even from you I wouldn't expect this level of ignorance."
"Lucifer."
"Don't try to interrupt me," Lucifer huffs. "If you detest being lectured this much, you would think you'd be a bit more conscious of your own actions. Now-" A tiny sound from behind him catches his attention. Tap, tap, tap, something against the floor. He turns around to see nothing- wait. His gaze drifts downward to meet his daughter's almond-shaped eyes, stormy with anger. She's wearing her favorite princess dress, ruffled with layers and layers of pink tulle. "Hiyori," he smiles.
"Dad," she says, her little voice tight. She stares at him a moment longer, then steps towards him, reaching for his hand. Instead of gripping onto one of his fingers like usual, she uses both hands to twist his painfully at the wrist.
"Agh- gentle hands, my heart-"
"Dad," she repeats, ignoring Lucifer's pained expression. She taps a chubby finger on his watch, leaving little marks on its face. "The little hand is hour," she informs him. "Little hand point like this," she taps again, "point to three. Three o'clock," she enunciates carefully.
"Ah," Lucifer realizes with a sharp twinge of guilt. "You said at three-"
"Big hand," she interrupts, "is minutes." She stares down at the miniscule markings on his watch, tiny face wrinkled with concentration. "Two!" she decides, smiling triumphantly before remembering she's angry with her father. "Two minutes."
"Yes, my darling," Lucifer sighs. "It's 3:02. Which means-"
"You late, daddy." Hiyori's bottom lip trembles dangerously, and Lucifer's heart nearly shatters into pieces. The sounds of Mammon making a hasty retreat behind him don't go unnoticed, but Lucifer has more pressing issues right now. He squats down to put himself at eye level with his daughter, whose tiny eyes are washed with unshed tears.
"I'm sorry," he says softly, holding her ever so gently by the shoulders with both hands. "I said I would be there when the little hand points to three." She nods, her nose dripping. Lucifer wipes it with a knuckle, grimaces, and wipes it on his pants. "Deep breaths," he coaches, inhaling slowly to guide her. Her breath wavers and catches, but she holds his gaze steadily.
"Dad," she begins as Lucifer winces from the pain in his knees. "Tea party is-" she sniffles, her head drooping towards the floor like a wilted flower. "You don't want it?"
"I do," Lucifer squeezes her shoulders. "Of course I want to come to your tea party. I was distracted, so I didn't see the time." He adjusts the flower clip half-falling out of her bangs.
"Was waiting," she murmurs. "Waiting 'til the little hand says three. For Dad to come."
Oh, the way Lucifer's composure shakes like a leaf in the wind at the sight of her chubby cheeks threatening to be wet by tears. "I'm coming right now, my heart. Let's go," he wraps her fingers around one of his and stands up, still bent at the waist to not strain her little shoulder. The pair walks at Hiyori's pace, Lucifer almost shuffling to accomodate for her tiny legs. Up the stairs, which she takes one step at a time while holding tightly to Lucifer's hand, and down the hall to her bedroom.
Her room is tucked safely between Lucifer and Asahi's, washed with all manner of pink. Hiyori tows Lucifer by the finger inside, tears drying on her cheeks, smile returning to its usual glow. Lucifer swallows a laugh when he sees Asahi already inside, sitting at a Hiyori-sized table, his knees so tucked in that they almost touch his chin. "Dad here!" Hiyori announces, brandishing Lucifer's hand in the air like a trophy.
"That's great, love," Asahi groans, rolling his shoulders back uncomfortably. "Now we can get started, yeah?"
"No," Hiyori shakes her head disapprovingly. "You not dressed."
Asahi looks down at his sweatpants, then back up at his defiant toddler. "I'm not?"
"Should we be princesses?" Lucifer suggests.
"No," Hiyori insists. "I'm princess." She gestures to her dress, with a look that implies Lucifer should really know better than to ask. "You… um…" her eyebrows scrunch together. "You invited," she decides.
"Oh, good. We're invited," Asahi mutters. "I wasn't sure." Lucifer shoots him a sharp look.
Hiyori hefts open the lid of her trunk full of princess clothes and rummages around for a few moments, finally surfacing with her little fingers clutched around two pairs of clip-on earrings. The pair she gives to Lucifer is silver, with a deep red plastic gem in the center. Asahi's are identical, save for his gems being blue instead of red.
"Did you know my color is actually blue?" Lucifer asks Hiyori, trying to beckon Asahi to hand his earrings over.
Hiyori looks up at him, face screwed up in confusion. She glances at his eyes, then at his blood-red button-up shirt. "Red," she nods. Lucifer glances at Asahi for help, but he's already wearing his pair of earrings. Of course. Lucifer dons his own pair- why do they hurt so much?- and takes his seat at the table.
Hiyori takes out her tiny plastic teapot, meant to look like painted porcelain, and sets out saucers and cups for four people around the table. She plops her favorite plushie in the fourth seat, at Lucifer's side- a purple dragon with a green belly, almost bigger than she is. Lucifer guesses this is her prince for today. She pours imaginary tea into everyone's cups, saving her own for last, then uses one hand to smooth out the top of her dress as she sits, just the way she's seen Lucifer do it a hundred times.
"Okay. Sit- Sitee- ci-tee-zens," she pronounces slowly. "This is the royal tea party for Princess Hiyori and Prince Dragon. Please drink your tea with the princess and make sure you be fancy about it," she commands.
Asahi pretends to sip from his own cup obediently, and Lucifer follows suit. Hiyori's sharp eyes follow them both. "Drink fancy," she repeats, in a tone of admonishment Lucifer's never heard from someone other than himself.
Asahi looks down at his cup, then back up at his daughter. "…yeah?"
Hiyori sighs and looks over at Lucifer for help. "Sit up straight," Lucifer chides.
"Up straight," Hiyori nods. "And pinky goes out when you drink, 'kay?"
Asahi struggles to straighten his spine without crushing the tiny plastic chair beneath him, shooting Lucifer a dirty look. He stretches out his fingers, holding his teacup with his index finger and thumb.
"No," Hiyori whines, and Asahi's mouth twitches. Hiyori sets down her teacup and reaches across the table, molding her father's fingers into the right shape. "Like this."
"Oh, oh, I get it," Asahi nods. "Like this." His fingers spring back out, pinching the tiny handle between two fingers.
"No!" Hiyori cries, stomping her tiny foot. Her chubby fingers are clenched into little fists, and her face is turning a blotchy red. "Fancy, Dad, fancy!" She pushes her chair back and marches over to Asahi's side, wrenching his fingers back into place. Asahi's face contorts in pain as she yanks and pulls on his hand, and Lucifer is grateful the liquid in his cup is only pretend.
Hiyori plops down in her seat again, fluffing out her skirts. The look on her face reminds Lucifer oddly of Asahi, and he wonders how many times she's seen her father fidget with his clothes to keep his composure. Asahi keeps his fingers in the correct position, under his daughter's watchful eye. She straightens her posture and takes a very polite sip of her tea, accompanied by a loud slurping noise. Lucifer sits as properly as he can while his knees are level with his ribs, and sips at his own cup.
"The prince is thirsty," Hiyori says with an imperious glance at Lucifer.
Lucifer looks over at the dragon plush. "Ah- yes. Does he not like his tea?"
Hiyori grits her teeth, then leans over the table to whisper to Lucifer behind a hand. "You got to make him drink. He's a stuffy."
"Right," Lucifer nods seriously. He takes the cup in front of the dragon and holds it to its mouth. "Would you like a drink, Prince Dragon?"
Hiyori huffs in frustration. What? What did he do? "Don't be rude to Prince Dragon, Sir Dad. He drink by himself."
"Oh," Lucifer says, and sets down the cup. "I'm sorry."
"No," Hiyori half-whispers, then beckons him across the table again. "You're s'posed to make him drink."
"But I just-"
"Prince Dragon can't move," Hiyori hisses.
Lucifer sits back in his seat. He's been in inter-species delegations less confusing than this. Asahi snickers from behind his cup. Lucifer holds the cup to the dragon's mouth again, tilting it to pour the imaginary tea inside. Hiyori nods approvingly when he sets it back down, and he sighs in relief. "Like the tea?" she asks the table, and Asahi and Lucifer are quick to agree.
"It's an amazing blend," Lucifer says.
"Kinda room temperature," Asahi adds.
Hiyori sips from her cup again, looking around the table proudly. "Okay," she announces, and gets up from her seat. "All done."
"All done?" Asahi repeats in surprise. "That was the quickest royal party I've ever been to."
"I end it early," Hiyori replies.
"Why would you end it early?" Lucifer frowns. "Is something wrong?"
Lucifer's mouth has fallen open in shock, Asahi is clutching his heart like he's been shot, and Hiyori is either oblivious or deliberately ignoring them. "Give back," she beckons to Lucifer.
"What?" he asks dumbly.
"Give back," she repeats, pointing to his face. Ah- the earrings. He tugs them off of his earlobes, wincing a bit, and Asahi does the same. Hiyori tucks them safely back into her dress-up trunk. "Bye-bye."
Asahi snorts. "Are you done with us, love?"
Hiyori turns to look at him. "All done. Bye-bye." She takes Asahi's teacup right out of his hand and puts it away. Prince Dragon sits forlornly at the table, head slowly drooping towards the floor. Asahi rises from his chair and follows Lucifer out of the room, but not before calling back.
"If you want to play again, let me kn-" His daughter shuts the door in his face. Asahi bites his tongue and turns to Lucifer. "You know I was actually worried about her wanting to spend too much time with us?" He laughs drily. "If only."
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Mammon stared at the little electronic safe on the living room table. It was sleek and black and had a digital display. It was roughly the size of a textbook, with a small keyboard taking up the thinnest side. A single word blinked across the display, as if to mock Mammon.
Password?
He grabbed the device with one hand and thrust it at Leviathan.
"Alright, Levi. Work your hacker magic and let's get Goldie outta this thing!"
Leviathan snorted. "Yeah, no. Lucifer'll have my head on a stick if I do that. Also, I don't know how."
With a disappointed "hmmph," Mammon turned the safe over in his hands. He knew Lucifer better than anybody. He was sure he could crack the code.
"I bet it's my birthday," he decided.
Asmodeus began to laugh. "Oh, please. As if Lucifer would use your birthday as the password."
Mammon ignored his younger brother and tried his own birthday. That failed.
"Try mine, he probably used that," Asmodeus suggested.
Mammon rolled his eyes and began inputting random words he associated with Lucifer. Monster, sadist, Pridy McPrideface. All failed, resulting in a high-pitched buzz of disappointment.
"Try 'password,'" Beelzebub suggested.
"Hah?"
"No way."
"Lucifer's not that stupid."
Mammon tried Cerberus to further disappointment.
"Lucifer knows that we know he's too smart to choose that. So he might have kept the password as the default, thinking we'd never try it," Beelzebub explained.
"That... is actually pretty clever," Leviathan admitted.
"Mammon, try it! Before you run out of tries and get locked out forever," Asmodeus encouraged.
"Gahh, fine! But I'm tellin' ya, it's not..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Mammon input password and a little green light flashed. The safe door swung open with a click.
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