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pocket-luv101 · 1 day
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Mahiru: Do you want to come with me to--
Kuro: Sure.
Mahiru: You didn’t let me finish and say where.
Kuro: “With you” is all I need to know.
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yarrayora · 2 months
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Dragon Age Style Tarot
Shirota Mahiru || The Fool
Aspects taken from traditional depiction of the card:
The Fool carrying a stick slung over his shoulder. But instead of a bindle carrying the few of their belongings, Mahiru is carrying his lead; A shepherd crook (or a spear, or a mage's staff, or a needle, you know the drill)
An animal at his leg, either a cat or a dog, clawing at his pants. In this interpretation, the animal is Kuro, both the lion walking by his side and the hand reaching towards him like a claw
The Fool unknowingly walks towards danger. Traditionally it's depicted as them walking at the edge of a cliff. With Mahiru I decided to use the circles of St. Germaine's eyes in place of a cliff
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dailysloth · 1 year
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faith-gigliorosa · 4 months
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So that was the reason for "Eve"?
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gracer222 · 1 year
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STARTED AT THE BOTTOM AND NOW WE'RE HERE
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tallix77 · 1 year
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Im literally screaming
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literally screaming
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Mahiru: "Look it doesn't matter how we got into this mess, we're in it, and we will get out of it. TOGETHER."
This is the closest I could get to a season 7 and a season 2
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xthunderbolt · 1 year
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now all kuros felt mahiru's reaching hand...
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unicornsacorn · 17 days
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happy stroll
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mahi-does-some-art · 1 month
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Any headcanons for how different Servamp characters prefer their smores
These may be the most important headcanons I'll ever write ever, anon.
Mahiru: Simple is best! Usually won't get too fancy with it-- Likes his marshmallow with that perfect golden-brown crust. Before he would be confused why some people would burn the marshmallow so much it caught on fire but Sakuya convinced him to try it once and was surprised that it wasn't horrible.
Kuro: Would either toast his marshmallow golden-brown or where there's be some black char spots but not where the whole thing is burnt. He had the idea to put ice cream on top of his smore once and started doing that without fail.
Sakuya: He burns the fucking thing like no tomorrow and swears its one of the best ways to do it. Other than that, also normally makes a standard smore with the gram crackers and candy bar chocolate. He'll also always have sticky hands no matter how careful he is. This boy cannot make a smore that doesnt ooze onto his fingers.
Tetsu: Is very skilled at getting the marshmallow perfectly cooked. Likes his marshmallow golden brown.
Hugh: He condems under roasted marshmallows like he won't eat a whole family pack of uncooked marshmallows straight out the bag. Something about the integrity of a s'more. He has a habit of roasting the thing, sliding the crust off and eating it and repeat till there's nothing left.
Mikuni: This pretentious asshole likes to use the expensive bar chocolate on his s'mores and will swear its better. He'd probably try to make his own marshmallows to roast and after that he's even more snobbish about it. He'll still eat the normal s'more he's offered. Likes his marshmallow with a couple small charred bits.
Jeje: Will fully burn the marsh. Mikuni thinks he's a psychopath for it and God Forbid he burns one of his Eve's homemade ones.
Licht: Will eat the marshmallow no matter as long is its not fully burnt. He has tried it burnt and he rambled on angrily about how it was a slight to such a deliciously holy treat. Using the normal candy bar chocolate and store-bought gram crackers are very special to him and he prefers it that way.
Hyde: Unintentionally scorched his marshy ONCE and got kicked out of his chair for it. Perfers his the perfect golden-brown. He'll get a little bowl of hot fudge to dip his in and it's perfection.
Freya: Doesn't like anything burnt when it comes to it. Will shake up a can of whipped cream and put some on the top of her s'more. It always gets on the tip of her nose and she can't eat a smore cleanly at all wwwww
Iduna: Golden-brown to somewhat charred. Her mess is even worse than Freya's and she always gets goopy hands. She says it's part of the experience.
Niccolo: Likes his with a few char spots and a side of ice cream. Doesn't mix them but likes to eat them both as a pair.
Ildio: It literally doesn't matter, he'll eat it. Even after he starts slowing down and is able to actually taste it, he likes all forms of marshymallow so he's not picky on this front.
Misono: Ate a burnt s'more once and swore never again. Likes his marshy golden brown or a little undercooked. The high quality ingredients the Alicein get makes for an extra yummy s'more. Guess that's where Mikuni gets it from.
Lily: Actually likes his marshy golden to burnt. He likes the flavor of it. Actually perfers it being in the form of a s'more's flavored macaron with toasty marshmallow fluff filling. He likes the texture of the macaron cookies paired with a bit of the crunch of the gram crackers.
I'm not gonna do the rest of Team M bc its 2am and I'm drawing lol. Plz add onto this if you have any opinions!
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kitsunenomegami · 9 months
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In my opinion, this is the real battle going on in Servamp 🤣❤️ Although you can already assume who won. 🐈‍⬛
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pocket-luv101 · 4 months
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Since Kuro can use Elpis, Mahiru can now summon Kuro's coat. Their contract is a marriage contract where they share everything :P In the future, I think Mahiru would summon his jacket just to wear it often (like to hold Kuro's hand with the tail, sweep the floor with the tails or just to wear it).
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yarrayora · 1 year
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[old comic repost]
in celebration of the latest english scanlation
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dailysloth · 1 year
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servampsideblog · 1 year
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A bunch of Servamp sketches I drew awhile back.  The goal was to fill the page with whatever I felt like.  I may go back and finish a couple of these at some point.
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cryptid-called-ash · 11 months
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On the bus, so let’s talk about the immortal mahiru au.
Mahiru starts out as a courtesan’s son in the heian period
He ends up accidentally gaining immortality from a god he unknowingly helped. (Probably a sun god, for symbolism reasons)
He doesn’t notice at first, but eventually it becomes obvious he hasn’t aged at all in the last ten years.
It’s an adjustment for sure, getting used the immortality and the innate magick that comes with it.
So he does the only rational thing he can think of. He fakes his death and leaves the country.
Spending the next couple decades country hoping, he finally decides enough is enough and temporarily settles down in a small English town in the county of Lancashire.
He meets the local shepherd, a pretty young man named Adam, who offers the wanderer a job on the tenet farm he runs. It was left to him after his parents passed away from sickness.
It doesn’t take very long for a romance to blossom between the two. It’s the first time in almost a century mahiru can really connect to someone.
This doesn’t last of course. Adam dies, rather horribly I may add, and mahiru is once again left to pick up the pieces of his scattered life.
He leaves town after the funeral, that’s nothing left for him here anymore. He keeps Adam’s small golden cross necklace, wearing it constantly.
He spends the next several centuries wandering, mostly working as a travelling exorcist. It’s surprising common how often he can find work, Europe has some serious spirit problems.
There is one rumour he can’t bare to actually check. Rumours of a wraith clad in a tattered black cloak and a ram skull mask, carrying a black sword with black roses on the hilt. The Lancashire Reaper, folk called the spector.
Though he could never bring himself to return to Lancashire, he never actually left Europe. As much as it hurt, England was always the place he’d find himself walking back to.
He meets other immortals along the way, though he never stays long enough to form long lasting relationships. He just won’t risk that kind of heartbreak again.
Some of the immortals speak in hushed whispers about a faceless man and the demonic vampires he created. Few actually payed these rumours any mind.
Eventually mahiru settles down again, this time in London. He gets a job teaching history at a local university. Things are going well for a while.
He’d been walking home from work when he came across the cat. A small black stray. It seemed hurt, so mahiru took it home.
It seemed normal until he got home the next day. He’d just hung up his coat and bag when a voice made him jump.
“So, you’re the man messing about somewhere he ought not to be.”
It was rough and sarcastic, but so achingly familiar. Mahiru almost didn’t want to turn around, but he did.
He met the stranger’s eyes, the man perched atop a shelf opposite the professor. Blood red eyes, ice blue hair, a slight point to his ears. Soft freckles dusted his cheeks, dark circles frames his eyes. He was pale and looked exhausted, but he was undeniably beautiful in a strange unearthly way.
But it was the man’s expression that had mahiru’s interest. The way it has changed from a look of apathetic disinterest to confusion to shock to disbelief and pain. The way he’d raise a shaking hand to his pretty trembling lips. The way his eyes went wide. The way the words fell breathless from his tongue.
“No, no, that’s not possible.” The words made mahiru frown. He knew better than to push his luck. But now he was curious. So he asked his question. “What’s not possible?”
“Mahiru?”
He forgot how much he loved hearing his name off those lips. His fingers traced the small gold cross that hung around his neck. That scarlet gaze followed his fingers, a soft gasp and a quiet “you kept it?” Was all he needed to hear.
That first kiss left them both breathless, but that didn’t matter. It wouldn’t be the last kiss that night. Or any night after.
Mahiru wasn’t about to lose his love twice.
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