#c: Mannimarco

[honored-worm-king]

Yes, it is indeed I. King of Worms, lifelong… something to Archmagister Vanus Galerion, the future Necromancer’s Moon according to seers in some timelines, etcetera.

Admiration and amazement are welcome and appreciated.

If you are not yet familiar, I would recommend reading the letter I have “pinned” to this extensive account of my recent doings. Though I hardly need an introduction, that one should suffice.

[the-tharns-speak]

Is Mannimarco uncool?

He has his cool moments. But the amount of bullshit you have to go through to see them usually makes you regret even bothering at all. So, you know. Actually yes, mostly uncool.

[guildmaster-galerion]

WE DO NOT NEED TO SPEAK OF THIS

Your Mannimarco/Vanus art is delicious I'm so obsessed with these gay elves like the homoerotic tension between them is unmatched

Ok but let's be honest, the homoerotic tension is like.. 30% of their relationship, the rest of it is them being chaotic together on Artaeum. I just know it.

(he swears he has a credible explanation for this)

[tiredela]

pov: you have no bitches (skill issue) (mannimarco stole them all)

[wellthebardsdead]

The loved & the forgotten pt28

Part 27 here

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Vivienne: *wrapped only in a sheet after waking to the commotion and his husbands both running out of the bedroom* c-can you at least move your leg?!

The lurker blocking the door: *groans and nudges him back into the manor with its leg*

Vivienne: *huffs and peers past it’s other one to see voryn and nerevar both step into view before the lurker suddenly stands aside, and Taliesin walks past it* l-love what’s going on out there? I-

Taliesin: *gently scoops him up bridal style* shhh, don’t worry yourself over it darling. Voryn and nerevar have this covered. *smiles reassuringly at him as he carries him back down the steps to their room*

Vivienne: don’t worry?? I woke up to the ground shaking, miraak shouting, mannimarco crying, and you and Kaidan running out of the house with your weapons drawn!! I watched inigo get flung past the door before the lurker blocked me from leaving! Please tell me what’s happened? I want to-

Taliesin: *lays him on the bed and unfurls the sheet as he leans down pressing his lips to his, his dark hair draping over the pillows and tangling with Vivienne’s soft white locks* Please darling… it’s our wedding night. We’ll talk about it in the morning once voryn and nerevar know what’s going on…

Vivienne: *face flushed staring up at his husband* you- you don’t know who attacked? It was an attack right-

Taliesin: *silences him with another kiss* no, I don’t know who they were. But voryn didn’t seem bothered by them, nor did nerevar. Please my love, don’t worry yourself over it…

Kaidan: *steps into the room wiping himself clean with a wet towel* Voryn and the guards are handling it now, they think it’s just a group of reavers that thought our place would be a good target. *tosses the towel aside and walks to the bed, smoothing his hand up Taliesins back and tucking his hair to the side as he reaches his neck, planting a soft kiss there before laying on the bed and giving vivienne a kiss too* are you alright love?…

Vivienne: *blinks hearing the tone to their voices and realising they’re both telling the truth* I… yes, just… just startled I think… *reaches up his hands gently pulling Taliesin down for another kiss before pulling Kaidan in for one too* I was scared it was something worse…

Kaidan: *smiles kissing his cheek* hey, no matter how bad it might be, I know we can take ‘em~

Taliesin: *chuckles and lays beside them both* don’t encourage him ro run into trouble again~

Vivienne: *pouts* I said I’d stop doing that… intentionally at least…

*meanwhile outside*

Miraak: *dismissing his lurkers and seekers before heading back inside after the others to comfort mannimarco knowing full well the state the high elfs still in*

Nerevar: *watching him go* should we ask him to keep some of those beasts active until we’re certain the stragglers are taken care of? *glances back at voryn as the remaining cultists are thrown before his feet*

Voryn: *face bearing a stoic expression as he stares down at the mer before him, his assassins forcing them to their knees and holding their heads back by their hair to face him* no need… *quietly sizes each one up before settling on the one in the middle and gesturing to his men, smirking slightly as they cut the throats of all the cultists minus them* judging by your armour and defiant disposition im inclined to believe you’re the one heading this operation, this, plan, to attack the home of my student and attempt to kidnap him? Rape him? Murder him? All because you believe him to be vivec? Correct?…

Cultist: *bloodied and bruised but glaring up at him with a defiant hatred in his eyes as he spits at him* how dare you speak to me whore! We came here to save him from you! From the bastard who dethroned our lord and claims himself king! We’ll return him to his rightful seat of power! The tribunal will rise again and we’ll dance on your corpses as we cut your faces of-

Nerevar: *watches his head roll away slowly after cutting it off* …

Voryn: … *nods to his assassins, dismissing them before walking to nerevars side and smiling as the Hortator pulls him into his arms by his waist* shhh. It’s alright my lo-

Nerevar: *cuts him off with a deep and strong kiss, pulling away only after he’s sure he’ll leave voryn breathless* I won’t allow anybody to speak of you like that…

Voryn: *panting softly and following after his lips as he pulls away from him* it’s fine love… I was more insulted of what he said of you… and more concerned on their intent towards vivienne… *glances over watching captain Veleth and his men clean up the bodies* captain, have your men found anything noteworthy on their bodies?

Captain Veleth: not yet my lord. I’ll inform you once we do. We’ll work to get this cleaned up before the morning.

Nerevar: *nods* thank you captain… *looks up at voryn before gently ushering him back to the councillors estate* what do we tell vivienne?…

Voryn: the truth… he’s still in danger.

[zuutiomi]

1, 3, 15, 58 and 85 for torren x mannimarco! c:

1.Who fell first? Who fell harder?

Out of these two the first one who fell was Torren and proably very hard,because they were so amazed by Mannimarco skills and probably in Torren's eyes Mannimarco was already like god.

3. What is their love language?

For Torren it would be sure physical touch, they love hugs and kisses and they would literally die without them.

Meanwhile for Mannimarco it would quality time ,he would ask Torren for small walk to enjoy their company and then watching how Torren having fun with reviving undeads (once Torren just revived chickens to have fun and to get some company meanwhile Mannimarco just laugh at this but he enjoy it too)

15. How do they comfort one another when the other is upset?

Torren would made as much terrible jokes to only cheer Manni to see smile on his face ,like revived army of chikens to only see smile on Manni's face. Meanwhile Mannimarco when he sees Torren upset would hug them and hold Torren very close knowing that this would soon calm them.

58.Do they hold hands?

Ohh yes ,Torren wouldn't be themselves without holding Mannimarco's hand ,however they never hold hand in publiv but only when they are on their walks ,just two of them.

85.Their S/O is tipsy. How do they handle it?

For Torren it would be funny being tipsy since they would have a lot of energy and even sat on Manni's lap saying a lot of stuff how much they love him and ask if he is single in front of everyone and mumble a lot of stuff until they battery with energy would go down and then they would fell asleep ,Mannimarco would probably take Torren in bridial style and then put them in bed and get them some water for next day. Meanwhile when Mannimarco is tipsy he would probably fell asleep sitting and Torren would poke him for a while if that doesn't work then they would actually put blanket on him and then let him sleep.

Awww thank you so much for giving these questions 🩵🩵🩵 I had really fun anwsering them 🩵🩵🩵🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶

[dork-wraith]

Ohhh fun! ok let's see. . . hope you don't mind a few at once

8, 12, 13, 15, 21, 26, 39, 44 c:

8: Want any tattoos?

I actually have plenty rn haha, both arms done up, I don't really fuck with sleeves so I've just been adding over time.

12: Relationship status

I've been taken for a long time now 😅

13: Biggest turn ons

Confidence ngl

15: Favorite movie

My favorite movie is called kung pow: enter the fist 😅

21: What I love most about myself

I like being Mr. Social butterfly, I love talking to people

26: My biggest pet peeves

Dust bunnies 😤

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

Cookies and cream ez

44: A random fact about anything

In oblivion (2006) mannimarco sits in echo cave and isn't actually considered as an essential npc and you can pick pocket the staff of worms of him because it also isn't considered a quest item (I haven't tried killing him idk what it'd do to the mages guild quest)

[guildmaster-galerion]

As a young man, did you ever feel uncomfortable around Mannimarco because he was of royal blood, and you were just a former slave?

For honesty’s sake, yes. I did. Though, not quite so late into our lives to consider myself a “young man”. By that time, Mannimarco and I had grown far closer, he more tolerant, and the views that had been thrust upon him by his upbringing had begun to fade. We were equals, in our later years, that he even made clear to me on multiple occasions. Though it did not start out as such.

When we were still children, especially upon first meeting, Mannimarco thought quite lowly of me, of my status. I constantly struggled with feelings of inadequacy, not always related only to him and his birth— an impostor syndrome, of sorts. That perhaps a serf could never truly become a Psijic, didn’t belong in a place such as Artaeum. It was actually Mannimarco, along with the Ritemaster, who aided me in overcoming those fears, in the end.

I no longer doubt my place under any circumstance.

[0chemicalwaste0]

That’s a fine ass worm if you ask me

[honored-worm-king]

If one approaches the greatest necromancer in Tamrielic history and does not know about necromancers, they deserve to be turned away.

thank you, mr mannimarco, king of worms

[honored-worm-king]

Well, though I may have missed capturing the precise milestone, it appears there are now over a hundred of you subscribing to my ramblings and samples of wisdom.

Each and every one of you has my deepest gratitude. It is my honor and my pleasure to continue answering any questions and curiosities thrown my way. I look forward to doing so for quite a while yet.

Perhaps I will hold some minor celebration in honor of this. Do feel free to make suggestions.

[the-tharns-speak]

Mannimarco is a handsy drunk? Please elaborate 👀 you must have some fun embarrassing stories about him

He is a handsy drunk. And also a necromancer. So when I say that his hands have been everywhere, they have been everywhere. Sometimes post mortem, sometimes ante mortem, and given how the Worm Cult operates, also quite often peri mortem.

[wellthebardsdead]

Mannimarco: *hands above his head, pinned to a wall by vanus and whining as the other high elf makes out with him* mnn- c-cut it out and let me fight you already damn i-

Vanus: *cuts him off with another kiss* Mmnope~ you can’t cast with your hands restrained and your tongue busy so we’re going to be here a while until my backup arrives so pucker up.

Mannimarco: *whines and stomps his feet*

[guildmaster-galerion]

@the-tharns-speak @honored-worm-king

Would one of you two care to explain exactly what occurred while I was gone??

[tinytveit]

every day i think about aelinwaeya saying shit infront of her dad and hes like

[lichwept]

wash. get some of that Blood off of you.

          THE PSIJICS FORBADE VICTORY .    exulting  in  personal  ascendancy  was  a  sign  of  egoism ,   of  course .    &   what  was  ego  but  a  distraction  from  magicka ?    mannimarco  had  toyed  with  the  idea  of  winning  in  his  head ,   spooling   &   unspooling  fantasies  of  triumph ,   of  glory ,   planted  in  his  psyche  by  the  political  plots  of  his  father .    it  was  supposed  to  feel  good .   but  his  eyes  blankly  stare  at  his  new  friend ,    mentor  perhaps ,   feeling  tremorous  fingers  untangle  bloody  mats  of  satin  hair .

         '   i’ve  killed  something ,  ‘    he  mumbles ,    voice  taking  on  a  new  dimension .    lilac  eyes  shift  down  to  his  bloodied  palms ,   still  humming  with  some  faint  echo  of  magic .    ‘   i  had  to ...    didn’t  i ?  ‘

nonverbal starters  /  accepting !