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berrieswherewelie · 2 months

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What are some Servamp ships/headcanons you have?

That's a really broad question, which is dangerous because I love to hear myself talk, but I'll try and answer as best as I can!

Generally I like a lot of ships; I like most of the more common ones in this fandom and you can convince me of (almost!!) anything if you're passionate about it. But there's some I love more than others!

Speaking in broad terms I enjoy Servamp/Eve ships especially. I like the power dynamics of the vampire who holds the power and the human who holds the leash; and they're all so well-written in the manga that it's hard not to get invested in their complexities. A Servamp and their Eve complete and complement each other; and there's something really sexy about a bond that manifests in both a physical chain and a mental/emotional link.

I also love Servamp/Servamp ships! Especially now that we know a bit more about their past (though most of it remains shrouded in mystery, which is intriguing in itself). The Servamps are really the only ones who can even try and understand what it is like to live as they do, which I think gives their relationships the potential to be so rich and bittersweet; and since they're a varied bunch you can get so many flavours by combining them.

My favourite Servamp/Servamp ship - so much so it gets a paragraph of its own - is Jeje/Lily. They can be extremely sweet; they've known each other for centuries, they're so very comfortable around each other (especially in the extra materials), their aesthetics go amazingly well with each other. They can be extremely sad; they're both tangled up in a scheme that resulted in Lily (more or less) causing the death of a woman Jeje loved, and though the paths that took them there have yet to be unravelled, they're most likely quite dark. They are polar opposites, with an immaculate repressed/slutty dynamic that I love deeply; they are the same in their shared disdain of their long lives. They're also both very pretty.

On kind of the other end of the spectrum I also love Touma/Tooru. I think Touma's disdain of Tooru and his general way of being an asshole are so much fun to write! But I struggle to give them depth, so I don't really manage to write long or meaningful things about them, and most of it is just hatefucking. I love it when my friends talk to me about them, though, so I can fill them with some substance.

My favourite Servamp ship, finally, is Lisono. I should not go too in-depth about why I love it, because I've already been yapping for way too long, but the relationship canon gives them is the most beautiful and complex in this manga, and rife with love and conflict, and I love spinning it beyond what we're shown, into what they might be like in the future. I am so excited to see the culmination of their arc!

(Since I am a smut-focused account, I also think they're the most interesting sexuality-wise - Misono who is inexperienced as can be; Lily who carries significant trauma with him.)

#lisono #toumatooru #jelily #i think that's the ship name for jeje/lily but i'm not sure #also so sorry for talking forever #i'll try and make another post with some headcanons because i just used your ask to waffle on about my favourite ships forever #and that's not even what you asked for

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berrieswherewelie · 2 months

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Yeah another song that makes me think of Lily is Butterfly by Rachel Rose Mitchell

Oh I love that one!

For me, how it relates to Lily depends on how his relationship with the Alicein family looked like prior to canon; how they viewed one another and treated each other as "servant" and "master" and how that very first contract came to be. I hope canon will answer these questions soon, but in my mind there's versions of the Alicein family history that would go quite well with this song.

#snow lily

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berrieswherewelie · 2 months

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Yeah alot of Penelope Scott songs make me think of different Servamp characters, like Rät makes me think of Iduna during the c3 arc, or maybe even Mikuni depending on why he left c3.

hi and i'm really sorry I let these asks marinate in my inbox for so long - I love getting them so much but i am also very slow

But yes, reading through the lyrics I also found myself thinking of Iduna! It fits thematically, though she's missing the bitterness and disillusion of the song. She's much sweeter and brighter, but she's only just learned to be angry! So who knows what her future holds.

Then again, her brighness and optimism strikes me as so very resilient. In my favourite version of her future, she'll retain them and let them fuel the love and passion she puts into her inventions, so they may make the world a little better.

#iduna nobel

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berrieswherewelie · 2 months

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Yeah the line that really sealed it for me for it reminding me of Lily is the one that like

"I hate it most when they're kind, when they have meaningful lives, and I'm the awful one standing next to them"

Because I can very easily see that being how he feels about him and Misono, especially on bad days if that makes sense?

Oh yes that one stuck with me too!

Something I enjoy writing about when it comes to Lily is how he idealizes Misono's innocence to an unhealthy degree (maybe because losing his own was painful? maybe because he feels like only someone pure and unaware of the evil in the world would be able to love him?). And the thing is, even when you forget about how innocence cannot last forever, even when you disregard the harm it can do; by putting it (and by extension Misono) on a pedestal Lily creates distance between himself and his Eve, a rift that he does not dare bridge on his own.

Because I also like to think that Lily is someone who experiences a lot of self-hatred, who views himself as something that would corrupt a pure thing he comes too close to. He acts like he can simply shed the role he played in Misono's life, that he can slip out of it like a suit that doesn't fit him. Because Misono is good. And he is not.

#snow lily

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berrieswherewelie · 2 months

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One song that makes me think of Lily is Gross by Penelope Scott

Hi and thank you so much for the recommendation? The text is amazing; it's such a fundamentally bitter song and I'd love to explore a bitterness like this in Lily's character in a text at some point. I've put it on my little inspiration playlist.

#snow lily #inspiration

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berrieswherewelie · 3 months

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Hello!

If you liked this, chances are you’ll also like the second chapter, which I posted on AO3 along with the first one. Have fun with it!

Beware of spoilers for chapter 136!

No explicit scenes, but nsfw-ish.

At first Misono thinks – it is wrong.

Lily has been his for not quite a decade yet when it first comes up, one summer night when his Servamp steps out of the shower in nothing but a towel. It grows in the years that follow, and Misono watches closely as it blooms in ever richer colors, wondering when it’ll poison him.

Lily is beautiful. Lily is tempting, tantalizing, and a thousand other synonyms for a word that feels quite vulgar to think. Misono has always known love. This is something else.

It would be kinder to keep it a secret. But secrets have never worked well for them, and sometimes it grows too big in Misono’s throat and chokes him and maybe, saying it out loud will purge it from his flesh. When he tells Lily, he makes sure to apologize.

Lily is silent for a moment. He’s sitting on his bed, fingers splayed against its fine silken sheets.

“What are you so sorry for?” He asks.

“It’s cruel. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Lily nods. He does not deny his own pain anymore – what Misono has confessed to feel for him has hurt him badly a long time ago, has killed him once, and its lingering memory can reduce him to tears even today.

“It’s different with you,” He says.

Misono has seen the boy his Servamp was long before becoming “Lily”; sat by the side of bustling city squares, flecks of snow in his hair. He rarely offered himself, but he was a beautiful sight to behold and that was enough to assume him available to whoever wanted him. It makes Misono afraid, of being the same, of demanding too much, of twisting the love he holds for Lily into what the coins he was lured with back then represent – a token by which he can be bought.

But Lily asks for him, begs for him, seeks out his gaze in crowded rooms, with hooded eyes and a smile that oozes desire. Calls his name in a voice that is husky and raw and desperate, pleads with him for more. Says he wants him. Misono was never good at denying his wishes, and even worse at denying his own.

Beneath Lily’s fingers, those fine silken sheets tear and crumple. He smiles, trapped between Misono’s arms, his lips parted for quickened breaths, his naked shoulders painted silver by the moonlight from outside the bedroom window.

“I love you,” He says – moans, really, a lewd, gorgeous sound that stokes a fire deep within Misono’s chest. Its burning heat is strange and new. Its gentle warmth familiar and safe. Misono kisses him, and tastes salt on his lips.

“I love you too,” He whispers, with what little breath remains in his lungs.

Misono is not quite sure what to think anymore. It should be wrong, and yet he just loves the way Lily comes undone at his hands.

The boy from back then was kept alive by his beauty, and even today he maintains it with unwavering discipline. It’s only in the space between his Eve’s touch and the break of dawn that he allows it to be ruined, and what’s left of it is only for Misono to see.

Lily’s perfect hair is a mess, tousled and ruffled where they moved against the bedsheets in a feverish rhythm. His cheeks are painted cherry red, adorned by black streaks from mascara-stained tears of pleasure. His lipstick is smeared, its remnants dotting his neck and shoulders and collarbones and wherever else Misono’s lips could reach.

He does not allow anyone else to see him like this. That’s just fine with Misono. He marvels at his handiwork from where he’s nestled into Lily’s side, and thinks his lover is at his most beautiful like this. He thinks he’d quite like to keep the sight for himself.

Then he gets up despite his tired body’s bitter protest, gets water and a hairbrush and the fancy lotions Lily likes to treat his face with in the evening. He wipes away the streaks of black and flecks of red and brushes out the tangles in Lily’s hair, and Lily holds still for him, and chuckles, and reaches for him once he’s done to ease the soreness in his muscles. They fall asleep like this, tightly curled into each other.

Sometimes, when Lily speaks of how things used to be, he talks of waking up alone in the morning. That’s when he starts to shiver, when his voice cracks and breaks. He says those times were the worst of all. He says that's when he most wanted to die.

When he wakes up with Misono’s arms wrapped around him, he smiles. He confesses, in a quiet moment, that when kissing his Eve is the first thing he does in the morning, it feels like everything was worth it.

He confesses to a lot of things now. Once, when they fall into their sheets, spent and gasping for air, he pulls Misono against his chest, and hides his face in his hair.

“I never knew it could feel like this,” He whispers. “Thank you, Misono.”

Misono holds him as he cries into their fine silken sheets, and buries his ideas of right and wrong that night.

Thank you for reading! The idea of Lily being a hot mess post sex, and the sweetness that comes with it, were stolen from @mahi-does-some-art

#servamp #lisono

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berrieswherewelie · 4 months

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Beware of spoilers for chapter 136!

No explicit scenes, but nsfw-ish.

At first Misono thinks – it is wrong.

Lily is beautiful. Lily is tempting, tantalizing, and a thousand other synonyms for a word that feels quite vulgar to think. Misono has always known love. This is something else.

Lily is silent for a moment. He’s sitting on his bed, fingers splayed against its fine silken sheets.

“What are you so sorry for?” He asks.

“It’s cruel. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s different with you,” He says.

“I love you too,” He whispers, with what little breath remains in his lungs.

Misono is not quite sure what to think anymore. It should be wrong, and yet he just loves the way Lily comes undone at his hands.

He confesses to a lot of things now. Once, when they fall into their sheets, spent and gasping for air, he pulls Misono against his chest, and hides his face in his hair.

“I never knew it could feel like this,” He whispers. “Thank you, Misono.”

Misono holds him as he cries into their fine silken sheets, and buries his ideas of right and wrong that night.

Thank you for reading! The idea of Lily being a hot mess post sex, and the sweetness that comes with it, were stolen from @mahi-does-some-art

#servamp #misono alicein #snow lily #lisono #nsft

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berrieswherewelie · 4 months

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Hello! I love your work on ao3! Glad to see you on Tumblr!

Hi! Thank you so much, that makes me really happy to read that you like my writing!

I didn't expect to meet someone from ao3, how flattering ❤

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berrieswherewelie · 4 months

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Written for Servamp kinkmeme (hosted by @yarrayora), this was the prompt:

(Tsurugi/Mahiru) Mahiru bakes Tsurugi treats, and Tsurugi decides to repay him with more than a kiss

NSFW under the cut

Tsurugi is positively vibrating with excitement as he wipes down the kitchen counter. That, Mahiru thinks, is quite admirable.

He has established a rule about this – food is always free in his house, but before it’s time to sit down and eat, the kitchen must be tidied up. Tsurugi has gotten so good at following it he grabbed the cleaning rags before Mahiru even said anything; and now he cleans away crumbs and specks of flour with remarkable enthusiasm while Mahiru loads the dishwasher, because he has a system about it and gets antsy whenever someone puts a bowl where a plate should go.

Kuro teases him for it, sometimes, but Kuro is out visiting one of his brothers, and they have the apartment for themselves. Which includes the massive plate of cookies waiting for them on the kitchen table, fresh out of the oven, cooling under Tsurugi’s watchful eye.

“Done!” He announces, just as Mahiru slots the last mixing bowl in place. He spares the counter nothing but a quick glance of inspection because he cannot possibly deny poor Tsurugi any longer, given that he’s three seconds from bouncing off the walls onto the cookie plate.

“Good job,” He tells him and Tsurugi grins, eyes flashing towards their snack again. “Do you want a glass of milk with those?”

He does, so Mahiru pours two and carries them over to the living room while Tsurugi grabs the cookie plate.

“Alright,” He says once they both sit comfortably on the couch, cookies and milk in front of them. “Let’s eat.”

A few years ago Tsurugi might have grabbed three or four at once, chowing them down with unconcealed vigor. That, too, has changed; he only takes one now, and though he still stuffs it in his mouth whole, he chews properly and leaves enough room in between this cookie and the next to say thank you, and that they are very delicious.

“Remember to drink your milk,” Mahiru advises him, not even bothering to try and hide his proud smile, “or you’ll get a dry mouth and whine about it.”

They end up resting on that couch in lazy silence; nicely full but not uncomfortably so. Mahiru has leaned back into its cushions, contemplating how healthy it is to have a lunch of cookies and nothing else and whether he should slice up some vegetables for dessert, and Tsurugi has sprawled over the length of it, presumably with the sole goal of resting his head on Mahiru’s thighs.

The change in the air is imperceptible at first, minuscule, shifting along with Tsurugi’s mood. Mahiru only notices when he turns his head ever so slightly from where it rests on his lap, to blow a breath of air against the fabric of his pants, just below where his belt buckle sits, making him shiver.

“Tsurugi?”

“Thank you for the meal,” Tsurugi says.

Mahiru allows himself a moment to ponder what he has come to understand as an invitation. It is important to do so, because Tsurugi’s ideas of what to offer gratitude for – and, perhaps even more so, what said gratitude looks like – tends to be questionable.

But he looks at Tsurugi and finds an eager, manic glint in his eyes, softer than it used to be but excited nonetheless, finds him looking back with a distinct sense of hunger that can’t be quenched with cookies. Finds himself responding in kind. Getting excited. Feeling warm, and hungry.

“Fine then,” He says, letting his hand card through Tsurugi’s hair before cupping the side of his face. He needs a second to find the voice he knows the other likes him best with, and Tsurugi uses it to slip from the couch onto the floor, kneeling in between his legs, making his intentions clear.

“Good boy,” Mahiru croons, and watches Tsurugi’s eyes light up. “Your manners have gotten so good, haven’t they?”

Tsurugi agrees with a wordless nod. He’s scooted closer, chest pressed against the edge of the couch, fingers buried in the fabric of Mahiru’s pants. If it were discipline they’d play with today Mahiru would reprimand him; but this is a thank you, a reward for both of them, and he will happily be a little softer about it all.

“Get on with it, then,” He says, scooting a little closer himself, to save Tsurugi the discomfort of craning his neck. Their fingers tangle as they both reach to unbuckle his belt, warm and shivering with anticipation, holding onto each other for a moment before yanking the fabric below away.

It’s a familiar song and dance, one they’ve swayed along to many times before, that they’re comfortable with, that they enjoy. Tsurugi has no reservations taking Mahiru in his mouth; he knows where to lick, when to suck, to get Mahiru to moan and keen, his head falling back into the couch cushions. He knows where to put his fingers, one hand teasing the flushed skin he hasn’t taken into his mouth yet, one still pulling at his pants, riling him up further; knows how to convey his gratitude, that getting Mahiru off means showing his own enjoyment, closing his eyes and moaning along, tightening his throat around the cock in his mouth.

And Mahiru, in turn, knows how to offer in pleasure in turn, that Tsurugi loves his fingers tangled in his hair, having his scalp massaged slowly, lovingly, while working his tongue around Mahiru’s dick. Loves having Mahiru’s foot ever-so-gently pushed between his legs, to have something to rut on, chasing his own relief. The living room is thick with Mahiru’s heavy breaths, Tsurugi’s choked moans, the sound of their clothing against the rough fabric of the couch.

It doesn’t take them long at all to cum. They are familiar with each other’s desire, well-versed in how to get them off. Mahiru holds on to Tsurugi a little bit tighter. Tsurugi takes him a little bit deeper, dragging his tongue along his length, and he feels himself spill down the other’s throat, feels Tsurugi grow soft against his foot.

For a moment they simply sit in silence. Tsurugi pulls back with a barely audible noise, and Mahiru cups his cheek, kissing his forehead. The scent of cookies still lingering in the air mingles with that of sweat and cum, and Tsurugi licks his lips.

“So?” Mahiru asks, teasingly, “what tastes better? Me, or my cookies?”

Tsurugi blanches for a moment, trying to figure out the answer he likes to hear, and he allows himself to be amused by it for just a moment before kissing him again, a wordless reassurance.

“Seems you need another sample to be sure,” He mutters, and reaches for the cookie plate.

#servamp #kamiya tsurugi #mahiru shirota #tsurumahi #nsft #servamp kinkmeme

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