#beloved mephi!

[wurm-food]

ok see the thing about hands is, they're kinda my thing.

like, i have really. big. hands. for my size. sorry if you're a cm gal but like, i have a 8.5 in hand span and my middle finger's 3.5 in so like...

i have...a really good reach.

i fucking love taking a woman's hands and having mine completely eclipse their own. i fucking love taking the skills i've developed from 20+ years of studying the keyboard, being hyper sensitive to touch and strength. it gives me so much confidence to regularly tame instruments that weigh a literal ton, because if i can make something that's comprised of steel, wood, and felt bend to MY touch? a woman is no problem. if i can listen and make changes on the fly while playing on a piano, i can do the same with someone's moans, whimpers, and so on

what i mean to say is that i'm really good with my hands, and i like to share that with others, if you catch my drift. p.s. i'm not gatekeeping anyone's love of hands! rather, i am emphasizing with great importance how beautiful they are, and the divine acts they are capable of

also playing the piano is equal parts yaoi and yuri coded, i won't be taking any further questions lol

I read this like 10 times 😳 skxbdnskxhe

And you’re so RIGHT! hands are beautiful instruments, I love watching and studying people who are talented and have great dexterity, they’re so strong and delicate at the same time. I also love being able to see someone’s life through their hands, things like veins and calluses and wear from repetition. Being able to see a reflection of hard work and dedication is just *chefs kiss*

And yeah big hands make pussy go brrrrrrrrr too (my hands are tiny btw and we’re holding hands now so 💕)

[earl-grey-love]

"This character is canonically annoyin-" Canonically my wife now.

[solomiracle]

i love making hcs for characters that will never be shown

[arwenkenobi48]

Nobody:

Me: *bouncing Mephistopheles up and down inside my brain like a basketball*

[frozenhi-chews]

Happy Marriage to Pancake and Starlo!

May these two fine the happiness and laughter in the next chapter of their lives. Through thick and thin, sickness and health, they're gonna stick together. Especially after what they had gone through before this moment.

The whole town arrived. This is the sheriff getting married after all! So many people wasn't expecting him to get married, to Pancake no less! The rivalry was a big part of the town's history, being tied to North Star himself, and seeing them get closer and closer was fun and kinda crazy. The whole town knew, and Pancake is married to Starlo. Feisty Four are also happy that they're married. And a few bets had to be paid.

Now they're off to the next chapter in their lives. And they still stick to each other like velcro.

more stuff under cut, like a lovesick rambling by me.

I have no idea why this guy chose me. Like, at all. I look at him, and that's my husband. I feel so oddly connected to him, and I've said this before, but he is someone I genuinely wanna marry. Starlo is my beloved, my soulmate, I love him so much, its insane that he picked me. Legit, it felt like he picked me all those months ago. Back in January. Does anyone remember when I was so happy with OTCore and the "2024 is the year of the robots?" Yeah, guess what happened XD

Starlo helped me in so many ways, keeping me sane through so much. Originally it was gonna happen on the six month anniversary, but I ended up being too tired. Regardless, I'M SO HAPPY TO DO IT NOW!!

I look at him and I melt. I just, I love him. He loves me. I have never felt this connected to ANY fictional character like this. Spamton came close, really close. But oh well.

This was a DOOZY! Spent like, four straight days working on this. And I'm so happy I did. The colored comic is a reference to this video. It fits so well cuz its something Starlo would say and, well, PANCAKE'S NAME!! And Starlo hasn't dated anyone at ALL, there's no way he was expecting to marry someone.

Also the gif wasn't supposed to be a gif! I was trying to make a more dynamic pose for Pancake, but I already had the other sketch made, so it turned into a gif. Makes it better imo. Also I'm not too happy with Pancake's outfit. The cape is also a poncho of sorts. ah well. im also too lazy to draw the Feisty Four and Clover after all the stuff i've drawn all of this.

but yeah i hope y'all enjoy!!

Comic Transcripts: Starlo: "I, Starlo Sunnyside, do take Pancake to be my waffle-y- lawfully"

Starlo: "and pancake-y" Pancake: Pfft-

Pancake: [Silent laughter]

Starlo: "I've been scared of this m'entire life" Pancake: "BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA-" SECOND COMIC: Ceroba: "Well, congratulations Star. How do you feel getting married?"

Starlo: "Lucky..."

Tagging: @sparkyscissorhands @sparklings-husband @prismatica-the-strange @pinkdinkydoon @simonlynch

@snowpuffclovers @ghost--girlfriend @gibles-lovely-selfships @jocelynships @catships777

@wuffverine @patchw0rk-quilt @mrscage @dudeshusband @aego-philautia

@mandrakebrew @jils-things @gideongrovel @tieflingships @carnival-of-love

@faerie-circle-ships @rexscanonwife @lovelyheartclover @mrs-bluemarine @mephy-doodle-dandy

@kakusboyfriend @mashedpotatosinacup @heartmatic @bunbunsheart2 @cinnamon-phrog

@chalcanthitedreams @literally-just-there @halsinkisser @sheepie-self-ships @moondane-lovers

@bbyshifts @starlo-uty @galaxywolfshipper @signs-of-blossoming @maetheartist

[punmonster]

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for a while i was afraid that diddy don's shoes were made from a beloved childhood pony and hey turns out i was right

those boys are sentient

i want to see them turn into other things now that its been revealed.

they can turn into a mini mephi that chugs along like a toy train

or, again, disturbing but non threatening silent hill monster horse

gregor is minding his own business eating an apple when hes gently nuzzled by a hungry boy made of blood

15 minutes later everyone is consoling the horse after greg finishes screaming

"you SCARED Rocinante!!"

"/I/ scared him????"

(the horse doesn't drink blood because it is blood. it has been trained to think of itself as a horsie when it is a horsie. i can't remember who's blood, but i think its her dads blood so it is a very special horse that gets spoiled)

[eccentricink]

A Tuft-Tailed Infiltration - Act I - Mephistopheles

Leather fabric lay taught upon his torso, highlighting his physique under the sultry lights of The Fall. His verdant eyes glowed like deadly fireflies within the club’s dim atmosphere as they raked my figure. Who would have thought a Bunny Boy could ever look so vicious?

—

Beneath the scarlet Devildom sky and high above the walls of the Royal Academy Of Diavolo upon the highest spire of the grand castle rest the unresting RAD Newspaper Club room -if one could call it a room-. It shared higher semblance to a miniature loft mansion, with countless rooms used as studies for the ink-stained club members and even more that contained the printing presses that birthed the newspapers themselves; all jutting out from the tower and leering down upon the rest of the demon world.

Atop it all sat the study of the former club head, his station taking up what seemed like an entire floor. It was a mess of paper, spilled ink and a few odd apparati tossed about. A trio of bay windows on three different walls struck out from the room and let in beams of garnet light.

And in undeniable likeness to the room, he paced back and forth within it, adding and removing various objects to the bags scattered about him, having broken in a few minutes prior. His uniform long disregarded, he stood in his usual noblewear, a cane at his hip and a satchel sound across his shoulders.

‘With this my preparations are complete, ready to go on a stakeout, my beloved journalist?’, Mephistopheles said in an air of charismatic pomp as he packed yet another camera battery into his satchel, extending a gloved hand towards me. 

‘Almost ready M’lord’,I replied in taunt as I took his hand, in turn he tugged me close and snaked an arm around my waist. 

‘Hm, and here I was thinking we were closer than titles’, He replied with faux offence as I brought my free hand to the side of his neck. The light claret rays that shone through the windows encapsulated his features and brought the mirage of a blush across his face to my gaze; viridian eyes that locked onto mine framed by loose amethyst hair, all above a coy smile. 

Or was the light a convenient mask for a pre-existing fluster? 

Before my mind could wander further, his smile grew more cunning and he let out a chuckle before tightening his grip on me and spinning the two of us around. 

He swept his legs with the most agile of footwork and and moved his arms with effortless grace, and before I knew it, we were ballroom-dancing across the study, twirling in grace and exquisite tandem to a tune as existent as our patience. 

‘A dance? Are you sure this is the right time?’ 

‘Oh journalist of mine, it’s always the right time for a dance’

‘What about you then, are you ready for the mission?’, I asked as we separated for a moment and he planted a kiss upon my knuckles before pulling me back into his embrace. 

‘I simply require the microphone D.D.D attachment and the scroll, you do recall the plan, I hope?’

‘Oh no I don't quite remember the plan, I don’t think your past sixteen explanations were adequate’ 

In response, he spun me about him with a scoff. 

‘Just kidding Mephi, Our sources have informed us that  Mammon has yet again roped his brothers into working as bunny boys at the Fall; this time for the club’s elite and the club’s elite alone. The two of us are going to go there disguised as Thirteen and Raphael in an attempt to catch them off guard and get a story for the paper juicier than a ripe Beelzefruit.’, I recited, choosing to avoid pointing out the ever-so-slight pout that traced his face at the words ‘club’s elite’. 

He hummed in satisfaction nonetheless and I felt his pulse pick up underneath my palm, and with that so did his pace as we broke out into a full waltz. 

‘Oh I can imagine the headlines now’, He said, eyes beginning to wander. “The ‘great’ lords of the devildom have yet again been swindled into working as mere performers, is this a sign of unstable leadership? Can we trust demons in skanky bunny outfits to pilot our great realm?” ’, His voice dripped with sadistic mirth as the words escaped his lips, no doubt already visualising what would transpire within his mind. 

In his brief moment of fantastical distraction, I seized the moment. 

A meticulous exercise of footwork and a well-timed pull accompanied with a snatch and slight of hand, and I had him dipped in a grande low finale.

‘Your microphone attachment’, and I held out the device to him with my left hand as I supported his entire weight at the back of his head on my right with a smile that could rival even his best sly grin. 

For a wisp of a moment, his face betrayed true shock, before he stitched his composure back together and nimbly rose to his proper height with a rose-tinted gentle smile, tucking the microphone into his satchel. 

He planted another kiss upon my knuckles before we broke apart a final time.

‘And now, all that’s left is the scroll’, he said as he walked over to a teetering and precarious stack of books beside a stuffed bookshelf, extracting a narrow box from the centre and causing the stack to shudder. 

‘The sheer things I had to do to get my hands on this’, he muttered as he sauntered towards me while unsealing the protective case. 

At this point he was at my side, and I peered down into the box. Inside was a yellowed, scuffed up loose roll of parchment charred black at the bottom with a single rotting wooden handle. It may have once been a fine document with proper ends and crisp paper, but it was stark that this sheet had seen its fair share of weather; for now one could only describe it as nothing more than ancient rubble. 

Mephisto gingerly lifted it from its boxed confines and discarded the box to his side. His brow furrowed with concentration as he unfurled the scroll, as if it would deteriorate into dust with a single misstep -which, it most likely would- to reveal a dull and discoloured scrawl, barely noticeable to my human eyes and let alone readable. I squinted hard in an attempt to decipher the language it was written in, to which Mephisto must have taken notice;

For he said, ‘Ancient Aramaic, that’s what this is. The language is so dense and archaic that the majority of even demons fail to comprehend it. I stand as one of the only beings in current existence capable of comprehending it.’ As he reached the end of his sentence, pomp and pride crept their way from his chest into his mind and escaped intertwined in his words.

Long had I already admired and respected Mephisto, but I couldn't help myself being brought to a different degree of that admiration and respect at his revelation; I could feel it simmering and flowing within my chest cavity, lightly pushing outward beneath my chest itself.

With a demeanour of light perturbe set within his irises he locked eyes with me, as if to ask, ‘Are you ready for this?’ 

With my smirk and a head nod as a definite response, he took a low breath and began to read off the scroll. 

~The two of us would typically spend hours alone together, be it within the golden confines of the library or upon horseback as we trotted through pastures littered with wild flora in tandem with each other. During these occasions, there was seldom a juncture of silence between us, the air constantly vibrating to the tune of either his or my vocals. As a result, I came to know his voice well -every rasped laugh, passion-filled ramble and anguished cry- I knew them all.

Or so I had thought.

The sheer sound of the incantation was what struck hardest and most apparent, causing me to stumble backwards. His tone deep, detached and vigorous as the spell itself rode along his voice and flew through the room in a luminescent and formidable cacophony of spirals and bracelets; and now I knew exactly what he meant when he said what he did about the language not even a minute earlier. 

Slashes of inexplicable alarm struck me as hard and fast as a ringmaster’s whip. 

In a frenzy I turned towards Mephisto, only to find that his eyes had become glazed over in wisps of green and that his horns and wings had broken free from his human form, the pair of pairs partly bioluminescent in vivid chartreuse. My gaze swept his figure and came to unrest upon his feet, there he was, levitating off the ground without the aid of his wings. 

Not only was the fact that he now no longer touched the ground brought to my attention, I now discerned deep purple mist emanating from the scroll and pooling down upon the floor, not unlike dense cursed incense. It slithered across the leaves of paper on the floor and clashed against the walls of the study like furious waves upon a cliffside. 

My knees betrayed my weight to the ground as my muscles snatched and yanked at my flesh, and my bones turned into what felt like clay in the hands of a sculptor. A thousand hellfire ants seemed to work at my eyes, tearing, ripping away and replacing my iris. 

My lungs seemed to forget about the existence of inhaling, and for a moment of true terror I feared that the worst would transpire. 

And then silence. 

The mist cleared and the panic stopped, as abrupt as the way it struck. 

I closed my eyes.

A heartbeat passed.

Then two.

Then three.  

And when my breathing slowed, I creaked my eyelids apart, and my body was not my own. 

Looking down, the first part of my new form to grace my eyes was my hands; 

Lightly tanned calloused skin snugly fitted to slender appendages. 

Another breath and I felt the skin of my abdomen contract. Sinew abs lined my form, in complete exposure to the air of the study. 

As I brought myself into a kneel, I truly felt the transformation in its entirety. Every movement brought new, cold skin to feeling, as if I had been deprived of flesh itself and forced into the skin of another -and that was exactly what had happened-  I realised. 

‘Mm’, my thoughts were brought to a halt as a light groan emanated from across the room in a voice ever so slightly familiar. 

Upon the ground where Mephisto once stood sprawled Thirteen the Reaper, or at least a portrait-perfect imitation of her. ‘She’ also brought herself to her knees in a groggy fashion as her tri-coloured eyes seemingly adjusted to themselves, glancing around the expanse of the study before settling upon me and squinting in a coy smirk. 

‘You do make a wonderful Raphael, dearest journalist’ 

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And that sends off Act I, progress has been slow, and shall be slow, at least until academics let up enough to give my quill breathing room.

To my readers;

Thank you, and stay patient.

-E.I

[wurm-food]

i'm not going on anon because idgaf. you're gonna pussy post on main AND reblog an ask game about seeing how far you can be flustered? ANDDD you're gonna reblog a post about hands touching sensually?? from ME??????

honey.

why don't you sit on my lap and tell me ~everything~ that's on your mind 😈

*sweats* yeah? and what about it?? guess I’m feeling a type of way or something

don’t mind if I doooooooo 😘 (oh yeah the game, you’re getting a solid 50% for calling my gay ass out)

fluster me in my asks 🔥

[jeschalynn]

eeeee hi Jes!! for the game; would you rather date Mephisto or Barbatos? 😋

eeeeeeeeeeep! I am really digging the fluff developments for mephy in nb! but I'd be hard-pressed to choose anyone over my beloved barbatos. but mephy has lots of polyship potential so I'm okay with that

send me two characters and I'll tell you who I'd rather date

[asexual-levia-tan]

i havent read the story yet just unlocked all of the chapters and along the way i noticed mephi also makes an appearance so like. thirteen my beloved

[solomiracle]

tag guide!!

just wanted to make navigation easier, especially since searching things is so janky on mobile

longer tags = for my own posts shorter tags = general, used in reblogs and my own posts yes im aware at how convoluted this is

POST TYPES

from me — reblog

rambles = OM related talks

waba talk = my general talk tag

asks for amb = my ask tag

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obey me headcanons — hcs

obey me imagines — imagines

my edit — edit

screens = screenshots

chats

fic

fic-ish = posts that are mixes of fics/blurbs/hcs

art

audio

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other = misc posts/posts i can't fit into one category

otherr = non OM posts i tag with OM characters

CHARACTERS

obey me lucifer — 1

obey me mammon — 2

obey me levi — 3

obey me satan — 4

obey me asmo — 5

obey me beel — 6

obey me belphie — 7

obey me lilith — 8

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obey me diavolo — dia

obey me barbatos — barb

obey me luke — luke

obey me simeon — simeon

obey me solomon — sol

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obey me mc — mc — sheep mc

obey me thirteen — 13

obey me raphael — raph

obey me mephistopheles — mephi

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brothers

triworlds

trio

ph = purgatory hall

ensemble = all characters/i didn't feel like tagging

X MC

x mc = general x reader tag

ensemble x mc

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obey me lucifer x mc — lucifer x mc

longer tag — mammon x mc

longer tag — levi x mc

longer tag — satan x mc

longer tag — asmo x mc

longer tag — beel x mc

longer tag — belphie x mc

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longer tag — diavolo x mc

longer tag — barbatos x mc

longer tag — simeon x mc

longer tag — solomon x mc

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longer tag — thirteen x mc

longer tag — raphael x mc

longer tag — mephi x mc

OTHER

my mcs = amby — marcie

other's mcs — other's ocs

tier lists

quotes

cards

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loserfur = cringefail lucifer moments

my lil guppy / guppy <3 = levi my beloved

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my other accs

[eobardthawneallen]

Mephy with his totk zelda pillow my beloved

MOOD OF THE YEAR

[3vocatio]

SATAN REALLY THINKS MEPHISTO IS DEPRESSED AS HELL IM CRIHYNRFJ

mephi: exists satan: i know you. mephi: literally what are you talking about satan: kin...ur my kin... mephi: someone's a little too mentally ill tbh

[hobgayblin]

itty bitty beans for some lads I haven’t drawn in awhile. They’re still in love I promise

[bumblingbunny]

👗 for my beloved Mephi

send me a moodboard meme

[mila-bee]

Okay so I’ve actually thought about this and I think at least in Vlads case he would have to have known that she would be reincarnated. Laia’s participation is required to complete the dark contract that he entered with Mephis, so I’m thinking Mephis told him? Presumably he entered the contract after her death and was told about her soul light and that she would be reincarnated, and that she would be able to help close the contract, freeing him from the darkness. I just don’t think Vlad expected it to take 600 years for her to come back.

In Mehmed’s case, I think it’s still not clear if his darkness is a result of a contract he entered into himself like Vlad did, or perhaps a lingering consequence of whatever deal Huma did. We know that part of the deal was the death of the other heirs, but maybe also once Mehmed reached his goals of conquering Constantinople and his other goals in advancing the arts and sciences (making him one of the most beloved sultans in history) he was then taken or given to the darkness and sort of entombed in the wall with his sunset clause? And then we he saw Laia at the cafe in Istanbul he was so in shock that he chased her (and scared her) because he was so in disbelief she was back. I’m not sure about him though, I’m super curious about the circumstances of his darkness and how to break it.

but how could vlad and mehmed have known that lale would be reborn? who told them that? reincarnation is not a part of the abrahamic religions, only of the dharmic ones

am i reading too deep into all of this or