#mannimarco fic

[theoneandonlysemla]

Riana Bramblethorn,

Doomed by the narrative ™️

It took me forever to finish this piece, but I found time! Here she is with her columbines and creepy crawlers 🖤

[sanzas-reverie]

OK SO, me and @pocket-vvardvark were talking about an au where mannimarco gets the amulet of kings and mantles Molag bal or whatever so I drew this!!!! Bcs I needed to get this idea out of my head

AND

please go read the snippet of the fic my pookie wrote it’s so good and it relates to this art ok bye💔🫶

HERE

[unknownhomosapien]

WIP WEDNESDAY (FINALLY!!!)

so, it already a wednesday for me, sooo

last people tagged me was @caliblorn @boethiahspillowbook and @blackmetalsnake, so im gonna blow you with sketch dump cause i finally finished all my exams teehee

@caliblorn your old farts in process and im gonna put on mannimarco the sluttiest suit tamriel ever seen

Queen, i mean queen- i mean MY GOD/ESS @thescrolls-haveforetold 🛐

some of sketches for my #reverse au (you can check this tag if you want)! i tried my best with designs for both of them i already write a short summary for first few chapters so fic gonna be (praying cause im easy to get bored and i dont WANNA BE drop it). unfortunally cant show what i wrote cause still not sure about the language i shoud use for post

im still a bit uncomfy to tag people cause it first time for me doing such things, so im tagging people i already tagged up here and also @mekonfoy (im waitin sketches from you you promised) @scorchedcandy (give more sexyman in this world im beggin) and @kuuwo (your nerevoryns keep me alive)

[ggghoulish]

!! WIP Wednesday !!

It’s not Wednesday here yet but who care, not I

Thank yew for the tag @sulphuricgrin

Creator mutuals, if you see this, consider yourself tagged! Maybe one day I’ll work up the courage to tag yall directly 💀 but hey, here’s this snippet of a fic I’m working on

Golden Hour— Abnur Tharn x The Vestige (male Altmer)

When the Vestige, no longer being called as such, had found him in Elsweyr, he knew it was the beginning of the end for him.

Contrary to popular belief, Abnur Tharn had not left the Five Companions after the battle with Molag Bal to sequester away the Amulet of Kings nor had he done it to escape any sort of consequence for his actions during his brief stint with Mannimarco. No, he had left to avoid the endlessly kind and entirely too undressing stare of the Vestige.

Every mortal man, no matter how great or how detached, had one other living being that could see into their soul and take them apart with one hand. Tharn had managed to avoid finding his for over a century (over halfway to his second, by the grace of the divines and a little bit of magic) until now, when this… golden, bleeding heart of an elf had stumbled his way into greatness and Tharn’s cold and dead heart by proxy. Though the Companions had been working together for over a year at that point and had months since saving Tharn from Coldharbour besides, it had taken up to the very last moment to realize what had been transpiring inside of him. Still reeling from the strain of the binding ritual with the Amulet of Kings, Tharn had watched as the Vestige, engulfed in a halo of golden aedric light and dressed in a shimmering suit of Imperial armor, began mowing down daedra like bugs beneath his boot. He watched, yelling something about getting Lyris and Sai to safety, as the elf approached Molag Bal with a straight back and steady stride and something inside of him clicked and began to churn.

Lumriel Larethoren, a tall and thin high elf, had been ethereal beyond words, with golden orange skin and hair like a sunrise. He was a healer of sorts, in veneration of Auri-El, chief deity of the Aldmeri pantheon and he certainly acted as such. His general disposition seemed to sit at a default mortal maximum of compassion, kindness and patience. It made Tharn’s teeth hurt and, on occasion, his heart beat erratically in his chest though he would never admit it aloud. Of course, Lumriel wasn’t some meek and simpering damsel in distress— he couldn’t be. Abnur had known from the beginning that the mer was forged in fire. He had seen first hand how he could turn things to ash with just a wave of his staff, engulfing his foes in an oddly peaceful wave of cleansing flames.

He was like the sun— warm and life-giving yet blinding, unyielding, and ever-present. All-consuming.

It was Tharn’s favorite thing about him.

It was like a key really, leaving himself open to admiration like that but maybe it was also Lumriel’s unique combination of being something that Tharn could admire while also being so… disarming. He let the mer into his empty heart and now he was dusting off the furniture and making himself at home. Abhorrent. Now what was he to do but remove the problem entirely, by force if he had to. It would hurt, he knew, but like any gangrenous limb, it had to go lest it take down the whole vessel with it.

So he skipped town. No goodbyes, no farewells. Maybe it was expected of him, he thought, trying to smooth over the rare anxieties in his head. Lyris would be angry, certainly, but she always was. She’d get over it. Sai Sahan would be disappointed but not surprised and he had bigger fish to fry anyways, back in his hometown. Lumriel… Abnur had no idea how he would react and frankly, he didn’t want to know. He had been the target of the many disappointed expressions of the elf but this time…

Well, he didn’t know why but it would just be too much for him.

[illumiera]

Hello! I would like to recc a fic ❤️ Its by my lovely friend @theoneandonlysemla called A Taste of Death on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/59883223/chapters/152766520

Heed the tags, this is definitely a horror. It’s a Mannimarco/OC story that’s got such vivid descriptions and is new and ongoing!!! So you can follow it in real time 😉

A Taste of Death by Semla

Rated E | Multichapter | Ongoing | 10157 words | Mannimarco/OFC | Graphic Depictions of Violence and Major Character Death summary: What was supposed to be a chance at a new life for Ria slowly turns into one of her worst nightmares. Trapped in a dilapidated fort with a group of mercenaries, only her brother Rith is left to stand by her side. But the group's dubious patron has his own sinister plans, and they involve Ria.

[drowsy-fantasy]

Vannimarco MPREG

Crack fic...with heart because @mannimarcoiscool and @caliblorn won't stop

no porn. it's just silly.

“How do you know I’m even the father?” Vanus rested his chin on his folded hands, staring across the low table at Mannimarco, who was resting a hand on his stomach. It protruded through his robes. Or rather, it would have, if he had not clearly gone to a tailor - or somehow gotten someone to do it in his own secretive chambers. Hells, he was only here now because Mannimarco allowed it. He frowned. He did not want to be here. 

“Vanus Galerion, of course you are.” Mannimarco sipped from a glass that Vanus hoped was not wine. Why did that thought cross his mind? He didn’t care a whit for his one-time friend. Or…he was not really pregnant, was he? “Do you think it would be anyone else?” 

“Well, Molag Bal for one-” 

“That would rip me in half.” Mannimarco snapped, putting the empty glass down. He shivered, then stood up and walked across the room to close the window. Vanus leaned in and sniffed the glass surreptitiously. No alcohol. Very well. “Besides. I wouldn’t be let free to roam around if I were bearing the child of a Daedric Prince. I’m sure I’d be in a cage somewhere until it was ready to come out.” 

“Speaking of which.” Vanus coughed delicately, leaning back as Mannimarco returned to the table and sat in his chair. 

“Unfortunately, it can’t come out the same way it got in,” Mannimarco grinned at Vanus, who, despite himself, had to break eye contact as he felt his face heat up. Alright, he was definitely the father, then. “I was able to secret away some skilled healers who took reasonable bribes. I might even not make them my undead servants after.” 

Vanus’ stomach roiled. “Fucking disgusting. Why am I even here. Why should I even care about you, or this?” He pushed himself up from the table, chair rattling and almost tipping backwards. 

Mannimarco tilted his head back, regarding Vanus as he stood. “You don’t want to raise your daughter?” 

“You can’t know it’s a girl.” 

“It’s a girl because I said so.” Mannimarco rose to his feet, wincing and putting his hand on his lower back. “You’ll see. I’ll bring you back when I need you.” 

Grimacing, Vanus grabbed his cloak and marched out of the room.  -----------------------------

He could see the moon through the open curtains. The air was warmer now, as the season had progressed, and the window had remained in its unlocked state all evening. Vanus glanced at the man in the bed; Mannimarco slept disturbingly peacefully for a man who had accomplished so much heinous evil in the world. The healers had dispersed and they were alone together. He looked so vulnerable like this. If he so desired it, Vanus surely could kill him like this. He should - 

The small weight in his arms stopped him before he could rise to his feet. The swaddled infant, bathed and fed, rested in his lap. She was quiet now, her big, turquoise eyes blinking up at him in an unfocused, strange sort-of way. He wracked his brains; had he held a child so small before? Surely not. She was hours old, the back of her head fitting neatly in the palm of his hand. Her tiny hand was curled around his index finger, holding on for dear life. Babies could be so manipulative in their adorable little reflexes. 

Vanus sighed and settled again on the divan, getting comfortable once more and preparing for a long night. The breeze lifted his hair, stirring what little there was on his charge as well. He looked down once more at her tiny face. Her little nose, her rounded high cheeks, her enormous eyes. 

“Alright. If you’re going to stay awake, so will I.” He vowed. Then, he smiled. “Let me tell you a story, little one.”

[lathezwritez]

🦌 | Lathez Writing | 🦌

AO3: Bodylathe | Main Fic: Epistle & Elegy

I’ll be posting updates and one-shots here, and also creating fic vibe tags that I don’t want to spam people with on my main ✨

Main Blog: @lathez

Published Works: Epistle & Elegy | Tell Ulfric He Owes Me a Drink | All Things Through God | WORKING ON DYING | My Fellow Ciphers, I Am Sorry

Works in Progress: Something In The Orange | The Three Hauntings of Dukaan | The Duke of Blackmore | Amaranthine

Blorbs: Vahlok the Jailor | Miraak | Isran | Odahviing | Ulfric Stormcloak | Frea | Maven Black-Briar | Mannimarco | Voryn | Almalexia

Fic Tags: E&E | In the Orange | Amaranthine

[lucius-the-sinful]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @omgkalyppso

1: how many works do you have on ao3?

Including orphaned works, 26 :)

2: whats your total ao3 word count?

90,878... feels wild if i put all my fics together i could get a novel

3: what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Backwoods Bloodshed a supernatural (not that supernatural) Gabriel Reyes/Jack Morrison AU, M rated, 5k words, 146 kudos. idk why this one got so popular it was a half baked idea that never got finished lol

Stomach It Angst Mc/Hanzo. Rated T, 2k words, 137 kudos. I genuinely don't remember anything about this one. I guess it was spurred by a prompt lol

Well Acquainted Tony Stark/Stephen Strange first meetings pre Avengers: Infinity War, Rated T, 999 words, 133 kudos. This one was apparently written for a contest on Twitter???

'99 Again Drifter Silas/Arthur Nightingale and the trials of their developing relationship, Rated M, 8.3k words, 114 kudos. I will finish this one eventually I promise even if its five years from now

Earned It Mc/Hanzo modern setting AU inspired by some fanart on twitter and another poledancer AU fic, Rated M, 1.7k words, 63 kudos. I unfortunately remember this one, I'm just glad I had the foresight to talk to an actual poledancer before writing this lol.

okay that was awful next question please :)

4: what fandoms do you write for?

Currently: Warframe, Cyberpunk, and Elder Scrolls. But I tend to deviate to whatever my current hyperfixations are.

5: do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Yes! I try to respond to every comment I get. The only time I won't respond to comments is when I feel like I have nothing to say or someone is a regular commenter/already in my DM's.

6: what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I feel like "angst" can't be measured properly when half of my works have angsty endings LMAO. Recently, probably part 5 of my series about my dragonborn OC, Something In The Orange

7: what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Fragments maybe? More so making the best of a bad situation... which i think is what mostly happens in my fics. '99 Again (link above) will likely be the fluffiest/happiest when its done.

8: do you get hate on fics?

Not that I know of.

9: do you write smut?

Hehehe yes :3 Most recently was Alpha Tongue, Mercer Frey and my original dragonborn dunmer OC. Isolated from my series because I was pretty proud of it

10: do you write crossovers?

No, not really. I think the closest thing I get to a crossover is just inserting my main OC, Zafir, into everything. But I consider that more of AU style fic.

11: have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12: have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, Earned It (link above) was translated into Vietnamese. It was requested to be translated by the translator which was super cool!

13: have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No, I tend to be kind of controlling when it comes to my writing so I don't want to subject that to others.

14: whats your all time favorite ship?

Hhhhh aughhhh idk. I feel like I don't engage much with canon x canon anymore. I guess Albrecht/Loid from Warframe. Its the tag I end up looking through the most even though there aren't a lot of fics for them. Mannimarco/Vanus Gallerian is also good but another rarepair lol.

15: whats the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'm going to be so for real, I don't think my series Witcher, Poet, King will ever be finished. Its such a tragedy because I have invested far too much thought in witcher!Zafir but I just don't really know where to go with the series.

16: what are your writing strengths?

I think dialogue, suspension, characterization. I'm working on unreliable narrators/characters and that's been a lot of fun.

17: what are your writing weaknesses?

Environmental descriptions are still my weakest thing in prose. I also get overwhelmed with longfic, which is why I break it up into parts of series. I have been told my chapter lengths are perfect by some readers, but I always feel like the length can be lackluster for others. I think my ideas are huge but my execution can be lacking for sure lol. But I feel like thats a universal struggle

18: thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think I have done it before in Spanish, but I don't want to do it again unless its going to be accurate. Whenever I represent another language now I usually don't put the actual words unless the POV character understands it. For example, in Temperance :

“ Just take the most expensive stuff, ” One said in Russian. Zafir felt a headache coming on, as he realized he understood them better than if they spoke English. Yet… he never recalled taking the time to learn Russian. “ Looks like the fucker’s ready. ” 

The only exception to this is if the language in question is fictional and doesn't really have an exact translation like elder speak in The Witcher or dunmeri in Elder Scrolls.

19: first fandom you wrote for?

Okay, you'll never find this anywhere because I think it got scrubbed from the internet, but back when I was like 12 I wrote a ton of Creepypasta fanfic. Humble beginnings LMAO. I still have the documents on an old laptop in storage.

20: favorite fic you've ever written?

Feather Fall, Rated T. Just follows my OC Zafir after the collapse and death of most of his witcher school. I just love the character interactions between him and Vesimir, Lambert, Eskel, and Geralt. Would love to write more for that series but here we are.

tagging: @sevastiel @skyrim-crossing @pocket-vvardvark and anyone else who wants to participate <3

[theoneandonlysemla]

It’s WIP Wednesday bitches!

Tagging: @dirty-bosmer @friend-of-giants @firefly-factory @heavy-metal-dick @illumiera @labskeever @ladytanithia @pocket-vvardvark @rikkimora @rakaiawriter @sheirukitriesfandom @sulphuricgrin @thequeenofthewinter @vanilleeistee @weirdisme @zefederalist @sanza-17 @moriche @elavoria @skyrim-forever @hircines-hunter @shadovvmarks

I’m getting around to painting when the puppy sleeps, woohoo! And I’m enjoying it so much, really relaxes me. I hope to get around to writing in the evenings again, as she now sleeps from 7pm to 11pm (and 11 pm to 5am but I need that too to sleep lol). I’m hallucinating a lot about the blorbos right now and need to put things down 😂

Anyway, speaking of the blorbos: I’m still in love with art nouveau and do study Mucha’s style a lot and try to give it my own twist. Found a really nice reference for my prettiest girl at the morgue and her stinky worm man and had to put it down! Enjoy ☺️

Is she dead? Maybe. 😊

[bitterflames]

list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern (tagged by @sunriseverse on main, tyty! 💛)

...i've only got 9 posted fics so we're gonna have to make do lol. talk about inspiration to get off my arse and finish some of my wips >.>

1. how to deflower your martial brother (wo jia dashixiong naozi you keng, dongfang wuqiong/gong changsheng) Gong Changsheng had noticed this when he was younger, the way Dongfang Wuqiong would sometimes press a hand to his chest as though in pain, the recurring cough he’d shrug off as a minor seasonal affliction. 2. what's in a name? (mysterious lotus casebook, di feisheng & fang duobing) He didn’t mean to keep it, but something about the helpless little bundle of cream-coloured fur had stirred his heart. 3. no takebacks (mysterious lotus casebook, fang duobing/li lianhua) Li Lianhua is teasing him about his supposed upcoming marriage to the princess again, in that way he does sometimes that’s more of a defensive mechanism than anything. 4. to gravity and the unknown (elder scrolls online, verandis ravenwatch/prince naemon) It’s cold. 5. you and me and a bottle of wine (baldur's gate 1, player character/xan) Beregost is a welcome sight after weeks of trudging up and down the Sword Coast at the mercy of the elements, the wildlife both mundane and monstrous, and the seemingly endless roving gangs of bandits. 6. hold me tight and fear me not (baldur's gate 2, player character/xan) The dark elves are not much for merrymaking, Ceru thinks as she sips at her second tankard of black mead; in all her travels, she’s never seen a tavern so quiet. 7. snow and repetitions of snow (elder scrolls online, mannimarco/vanus galerion) Vanus Galerion sank into his bathtub wearily, the troubles of the day weighing heavily upon him. 8. a light that does not flicker (elder scrolls iv: oblivion, hero of kvatch/martin septim)

Nevos could only watch, mute and uncomprehending, as Martin was enveloped in a blaze of light so bright it hurt his eyes to watch.

9. into the abyss (elder scrolls iv: oblivion, hero of kvatch/martin septim) Blue, all around him is blue, a placid calm sky that stretches on in all directions as far as he can see. taking "first line" as the first full sentence, which... lol. if there's any consistency in these it's that i am very inconsistent! past tense, present tense, rambling run-on sentences or just "it's cold"? no pattern no rhyme no reason baby!!!

tagging! @shararan @strandedchesspiece uhh i think i've seen this one around a bit, i'm not sure who else has done it! any writer friends who are interested pls feel free to do the thing and @ me about it 💛

[sanzas-reverie]

thank you @sulphuricgrin for the tag <3

Post a favorite scene, favorite sentence, favorite dialogue, favorite anything from any fic you've written! If you haven't written any fic, feel free to share your ideas. If you don't have any, recommend a friend's fic!

Ermm so I’m not really a writer and I haven’t wrote anything big in like large paragraphs since like, my a-levels/gcse’s which is not that long ago ig so takes this piece I exhausted all of my brains cells for which is kind of inspired by a piece of dialogue from this show called Derry girls. It’s basically Irene back home in Daggerfall after she beat Molag ball and ended the planemeld and she’s hanging with her girls🫶🙏

The back room of Layla’s mother’s boutique felt like a sanctuary, its familiar clutter of fabric swatches, half-finished garments, and jars of shiny buttons were an anchor to simpler times. Irene sank into her usual spot on the overstuffed couch as the scent of lavender sachets mixed with the faint sweetness of the pastry in her hand. After the chaos of the Planemeld, the endless battles and the weight of Tamriel’s survival on her shoulders, this was what she craved the most, quiet moments with the people who had known her before she became the “Vestige.” Though she supposes that such a title was no longer fitting considering her recent reclamation of her soul after her fateful battle with the prince of schemes.

Layla sat crossed legged on the rug, a look of concentration decorated her fine features as her slender hands were kept occupied with a small needle which she used to effortlessly weave an intricate flower into a fine piece of cloth, with a small pile of finished embroideries resting beside her.

Meanwhile, Faelyn sat at an old desk opposite to where Irene was sitting, the budding writer was, as usual, writing in a leather bounded journal that she always kept on her person. The soft scratching of her quill against paper sounded out and mingled with the occasional murmur or conversation from the other three present in the room as the Bosmer began to write out the beginnings of a new chapter.

Elynisi was also nearby, quietly examining a collection of beads that were stashed in a jar for later use should they be needed for whatever garment requires it. Occasionally, she would let out a short remark about whatever idle thought occupied her mind, her words being met with a hum of acknowledgment from either one of the three other girls who would in turn, add in their own input on the matter.

Irene let their voices wash over her, the background noise was like a balm to the lingering tension in her soul. Here, in this cluttered, cozy room, she wasn’t the hero who faced Molag Bal, the champion of the covenant, one of Queen Ayrenn’s eyes or Jorunn the skald kings arrow. She was just Irene, a girl from Daggerfall, laughing with her friends as if the world hadn’t nearly ended.

“Do you think if I told mannimarco that I had the amulet of kings down my pants he’d take a look?”

“…”

Layla looked up from her embroidery just long enough to shoot Irene an unamused look, her blue eyes sparkling in spite of her efforts to look unamused. “Irene. He’s a necromancer.” she deadpanned, the comment earns an eye roll from the Breton across from her as she responds in turn, “who said it’s dead down there?” she finishes with a small grin.

Ely nearly choked on the sip of herbal tea she’d been taking, her eyes widening at Irene’s comment before she quickly set down her cup, the grey skin of her face changing into a light red. “Oh my gods-” she chocked out, unable to stop the amused cackle that followed her words. Faelyn however didn’t look up from her notebook, but a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she tried unsuccessfully to smother a laugh.

“What?” Irene says, cocking a brow in feigned confusion as she turned her body to face layla on the floor “I’m not telling any lies and besides— im a beacon of truth~” With every word that left Irene’s lips, Layla’s expression grew stonier and more unimpressed. She sat up straighter, folding her arms across her chest. "Beacon of truth my arse" Layla retorted, shaking her head. "You're a menace that's what you are and you need to keep your 'truths' to yourself, especially around necromancers." Again irene feigned a look of innocence, her lips curving into a smirk as she replied with exaggerated earnestness. "How can I, the beacon of truth, possibly keep the truth to myself? That’d be like asking a bard not to sing, Layla. Besides, the truth craves to be free and you can’t bottle up truth. It’s like holding in a fart."

ok that’s all I got🧍🏽‍♀️I hope y’all savour this bcs you’re never going to see writer Sanza ever again, ok bye!!🤞🏽

[orfeoarte]

First Line, Last Line, Best Line (Fanfic WIP Edition)

So the gist of this game is to share the very first line of your current fic WIP, the very last line of it, (you may cheat a bit if your last line is too spoilery) and your favorite line so far. You don't have to explain why. You can just leave it there with no context.

tagged by the lovely @changelingsandothernonsense Sorry it took me so long aaaa I appreciate and love being tagged I promise!! I'm tagging my beloved @fantasydrowsy <3

First Line

Certain things didn't bother Vanus these days as they had before.

Last Line (the last one I can share. the rest is uh spicy)

Mannimarco was quick on his wit.

Best Line (Bit more than just a line but ohhhhhghghg)

He'd stared upon death's face once, and kenned less fear for it than for a rough handler. Mannimarco was no rough handler. If he was to die, he'd want him there, puncturing the fatal artery.

[drowsyarchived]

I swear to god if mannimarco ends up being spared on the chopping block post I will fucking LOSE MY MIND

but hell, it'll make him extra gloaty for the crack fic

[isirumarin]

Isira Valfyren, Divayth method clone of Mannimarco. Rumarin's BFFGF.

Ps. I will not apologize for my lazy art. This is who I am.

[ebficnotes]

Multi-Kalpic Theory

In Arena he is nothing but a mad sorceror. Powerful and legendary, but mad. And still mortal.

 In Daggerfall he is is also a mad sorceror, as well as a necromancer. He is also the King of Worms. Sometimes he is even both at the same time.

 In battlespire [?]

 In Morrowind he succeeds. His influence spreads far and wide, though his power is not present for most.

In Oblivion he succeeds, but is diminished somewhat in both power and influence. [Because he first meets/remembers Vanus here and they Hate?]

 In Skyrim, he has great influence, but his power is limited to a select few [modders lol]

In ESO, we go back in time (or perhaps forward) and see how Mannimarco ((God) King of Worms) got his start. [Here they may not hate, though it is unknown whether or not they (still) love.]

In legends [?]

...

(Almost) every time the worlds renew there is a dragon break, because Akatosh just can't help himself. Every time, he Remembers. Every time, there is something slightly different. Something catastrophic or trivial, but either way that something is what makes the difference of whether he succeeds or fails. Or whether he is diminished or empowered. Once he Remembers, and he Realizes, then he Prays. To Himself, for the way to Ascend, the way Home. He always answers his own prayers of course, but those answers are not always especially helpful or enlightening to his mortal self. They come in fragments, bits and pieces of dreams. Gods had no need of linearity, but as a mortal it did tend to help things along. So he does his best to put the events of his Ascension in order, and just fucking wings the rest. The only constant in his life is the calling of Necromancy. The art of Death. The study of Life itself. That is it. Everything else  is changeable.

Vanus is always poor in the beginning. He is always destitute. Always the lowborn scum of laborer parents. Always the child slave of some asshole noble. Sometimes he doesn’t learn to read. Thankfully, those times are extremely rare. Sometimes his father is never caught teaching him to read. Sometimes his mother never betrays her husband. Sometimes even, his father never beats his mother. But those times are even rarer than him not learning to read. He always runs away though, for one reason or another. He is always found half-starved by the side of the road by a group of bards and nursed back to health. He is always brought to the Order of Psijjj when he is 11 years old and he is always taken on by Iachesis, the current Rite Master. He always goes on to found the Mages Guild and he always leaves in the end, feeling that his great dream of bringing Magic to the People has failed. This is a matter of opinion of course, but his own opinion is what matters here. He always leaves for other lands, though his final destination differs.

The only significant  non-constant in his life is Mannimarco. Sometimes Mannimarco is never allowed into the Order, so Vanus never meets him. Somethimes he is allowed in, but leaves before Vanus meets him. But most times, the overwhelming majority in fact, they do meet in the Order. And they are always, Always taken with each  other. Whether taken with the worst vitriolic envy and rivalry, or the greatest love, or even both at once, they always Notice each other. This is the only constant in his life concerning Mannimarco.

[drowsy-fantasy]

Drowsyfantasy’s Year In Review: Writing

Warning - all stories are NSFT unless otherwise indicated!

Starting the year off strong (only the bravest need apply), we have Ovamancy, a kink prompt by our beloved egg mutual, @thalwhore- with our gratitude - published in January. 

February brings A Cure for Nightmares, a gift fic with the Hero of Kvatch bringing a little comfort to Martin Septim. Yes, I do manage to get the name of the game into the body of the text. 

You can clearly see my March obsession with Vannimarco, with several fics being published in quick succession. Despite it being one of my only non-explicit fics, I really feel like Distraction is my favourite. @caliblorn is fully to blame. 

April brought the stand-alone Beach Episode of an ongoing story published on either side of it. Because every story needs a beach episode. Especially one with multiple possible gender options. 

Spring brings crack fic, and this May was no different. Narsis Dren and the Virile Vestige doesn’t have a lot of hits, but it brings a lot of laughs. 

This Is A Story I Once Heard didn’t begin publishing in June, but the latest chapter was published then (and I really have to go back and finish it, since I have the rest of the story already mapped out…) 

With a now-infamous post about swapped-roles AU of Mannimarco and Vanus as its inspiration, A Crownless King was published in July. Thanks, @mannimarcoiscool!

August was a busy month, with not only Elder Scrolls fic, but the first forays into Baldur’s Gate 3 with an alternate scene of the wildly popular Dark Urge character, Dirge. 

What followed in September was nothing short of an obsession. Several more BG3 fics in a wide variety of prompts, the most popular - and strangest - serving to be Acts of Worship, involving the player-character Tav and a 9-foot tall spider. If you know, you know.

October was the final month for publishing in 2023 (barring a sudden desperate need to write in the next week) with the surprise hit Something Close to Steel, starring fan-favourite character Dammon opposite the reader (Tav once more). This one I am DEFINITELY finishing soon - I swear!

Edit: As a bonus series, I'd like to recommend the work @orfeoarte and I did together on TES Summerfest 23. We worked really hard on these, and each chapter has fantastic art he drew and posted on his tumblr!

Some neat statistics, all added in 2023: 

84 subscriptions 

42,377 words

12,580 hits

180 bookmarks

37 comment threads

1,015 kudos

77 user subscriptions 

Thank you all for a thoroughly awesome 2023 and I’ll see you next year!