#mannimarco fic

[theoneandonlysemla]

WIP Wednesday (on Thursday)

Tagged by: @skyrim-forever @dirty-bosmer @firefly-factory

Tagging: @did3lphis @tiredela @elavoria @thequeenofthewinter @ladytanithia

Okay, I had to delay WIP Wednesday to have something to present to you. It really is a taste of what I plan to upload tonight: A new chapter of A Taste of Death. What better day to upload spooky smut than Halloween?

So, here's a little snippet:

The ghost's hand - it had to be one - clasped hers and pulled her closer, another placing on her hip. They were cold as drizzle on a Sun's Dusk morning, but she had not a spark of desire to slip away from them. Too mesmerised by the sudden proximity to something so otherworldly she was; all fear was forgotten, locked away in the back of her mind. All of a sudden, the figure moved and pulled her along, the wind caught in her loose hair. She was whirled around, but remained firmly in the spirit's hold. Ria had never been a talented dancer, but the waltz he used to set her floating inside the fairy ring was easier than anything she had done for a long time. He drew her close to him, only to push her away again like a toy, but soon she found herself back in his arms. The stars blurred around her, wafts of mist rose up and enveloped her, whirled into swirls as they danced together and dissolved into pure nothingness. There was a sweet scent in the air, weighty and meaningful, reminding Ria of decaying flesh in a new dawn's sun.   Finally, he held her close again, his hand found her back and he let her sink down backwards until she was no longer able to keep herself on her feet anymore and was at his mercy. Everything around her was of a tragic beauty, lunar moths danced around them, their lime-yellow wings mirroring the moonlight. Ria's head tipped into her neck and she surrendered to him, her nightgown straining across her breasts. The phantom fingers found her hair, buried themselves in it and lifted her head, but Ria's eyes closed like those of a doll. “At last, you've answered my call, my heart,” her companion hummed, his voice inside her head rather than around her. Through her fluttering lashes, Ria tried to catch a glimpse of her dance partner's visage, but all she saw were a pair of luminous specks of blue, as bright as stars and as brilliant as aquamarine. A shiver ran down her spine, covering her entire skin with goose bumps.

Will we smash a ghost? Maybe. Let's see :P

[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.

[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)

[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.”

[gilgamish]

Fic Writers Self-Rec

tagged by friends: @mareenavee , @throughtrialbyfire, @kookaburra1701, and @changelingsandothernonsense thank you all!

Rules:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

tagging: @archangelsunited , @polypolymorph, @paraparadigm , @thana-topsy , and @dirty-bosmer :)

oh geez i do not have 5 fics up right now. i have a whopping whole 4 but i'm going to say that tides probably counts for 2 because lorge

A Worse Resurrection This was purely inspired by Mannimarco's villain speech in Oblivion where he heavily implies that he still has Vanus's corpse, but like, it's really badly preserved. That was what made me go 'Hmm, is this rando really Mannimarco?' Because I felt like no self-respecting, supervillain necromancer with a flair for the dramatic would just like let their greatest rival/enemy/ex-friend/ex-??? decompose like that, so there's that fic. Just in time for Halloween that year too lol

An Overdue Visit In which, instead of the Hero of Kvatch, the Agent from Daggerfall confronts Mannimarco at Echo Cave. I wrote this as an unofficial sequel to the previous fic, kind of letting her get revenge for, like, everything, but also dealing with the theory that the Mannimarco you confront in Echo Cave is not the Real Slim Shady.

Rafflesia This was from a prompt provided to me by @archangelsunited and it was wild writing something for a prompt again? Normally, I just Wither Away with prompts sometimes, but this was a really fun, really refreshing piece to work on. It let me go back to writing more horror again :>

Tides to Carry Us Home I cannot tell you how many iterations of this fic I wrote before publishing the first chapter. I still have another like ~120k words of those iterations floating around on my hard drive. A lot of them didn't stick for various reasons. They were thinly veiled originals, and when putting in that much effort, I was like 'Why am I here. Why am I working on this. I could be writing original fic and be free of Todd.' But a lot of the current iteration still has a lot of original elements to it, as I'm not trying to do a blow-by-blow of the game plot. I wanted to see what would happen when you have a character like Kaidan's, and then give him a foil like Felix. The Other Felixs were not enough in terms of dirty crime boi, but this one, my dear rat boy, the Roachman himself, is.

[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 💛

[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.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Oh lord it's horny and embarrassed about it anon time? I'll bite.

First time I played the Dragonborn DLC, I was REALLY into Herma-Mora and Miraak. I ended up getting my hands on the first smuts I ever read, Miraak/LDB/Herma-Mora and Herma-Mora/LDB fics. I must shamefully admit that they were amazing and I still have them saved in my bookmarks. I'm not down bad for them anymore but sometimes?? Miraak still gets me a bit.

God, and don't even get me started on ESO and Daggerfall Mannimarco!! I was down bad even worse for those two and sometimes I still am.

Now excuse me while I act as if I never sent this anon and leave no connections to who I am behind the anon mask.

This reminds me of a fanart I saw once. It may be reblogged on my main. It was rather cute, actually! Hermaeous Mora was happily hugging a little picture frame with the female Last Dragonborn's picture in it. Then she finally comes to Apocrypha and he's so happy! And then I think Miraak kills her? And Hermaeous Mora is Very Sad. 😆

Dude, ESO Mannimarco looks like Glorfindel's younger emo brother. The LotR/TES crossover no one wanted! He is hot though. ❤️‍🔥

You're excused. 👋🏻

[theoneandonlysemla]

New Story Alert:

A Taste of Death

Remember me teasing that Mannimarco-Fic? Guess what, I finally wrote the first chapter!

Here are some general infos:

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Canon-Typical-Racism, Dead Dove

Pairing: F/M

Relationship: Mannimarco (Elder Scrolls)/Original Female Character(s)

What to expect: Horror, Mystery, Necromancy, Possibly Necrophilia, Dubious Consent, Murderous Intrusive Thoughts, Power Imbalance, Gaslighting, Murder, Cannibalism, Smut

So, all you f-ed up people, go and read:

[totally-not-deacon]

Hey Beau! 👋

For the Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask can I ask for any one or more (or all) of the following? Your choice of course!

👀, 🤩, 🛒, 🎶, and/or ❌?

Have a great day! 👏✨

Howdy! :D

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Ohoho, I've got two actually! One even has a planned ending, but it might be hard to ramble without spoilers.

The other doesn't have a name yet - just a folder labeled "throuple" lol. I decided to be incredibly self-indulgent and create a DB/HoK/Nerevarine fic cause I can. The DB and HoK are both OCs, and I HC Teldryn Sero as the Nerevarine (thanks to ONE line mentioning Jiub, oops). It's a silly concept but actually seems to be working somehow. And we get a fun assassin war between the Morag Tong and Dark Brotherhood!

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

It can fluctuate, but at this moment it'd be my Hero of Kvatch, Arandil. Vampire, necromancer, a once-fanboy of Mannimarco (don't meet your heroes lmao) now "retired/laying low" in Rorikstead - at least til he gets dragged into shenanigans. Also dancing that line between him being a prissy old man and a somehow intelligent manchild is fun.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Pretty much everything has a happy ending because I'm just Like That. Other than that I'm not too sure, though I notice I use a fair amount of allusion to water for some reason. Maybe I just gotta go for a swim??

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I have music going pretty much 24/7. It has jack to do with any fics, but I've been cranking Animals by Architects a toooon. Turns out I somehow focus better with loud music???

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Unrequitted love, probably. I love to torture my beans, but that'd make me too sad to write, haha.

[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

[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.

[the-tharns-speak]

What relationship did Mannimarco and Sai have before the betrayal?

They tiptoed carefully around each other like a suspicious jacked Redguard with a two-hand sword, and an exiled Atlmer necromancer with hidden ulterior motives would.

When they did not talk to each other, it was fine. Given Sai Sahan’s nature, they usually did not talk, as Mannimarco only rarely thought him worthy of addressing. I suspect that Lyris and I were enough for the whole group.

[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!

[squadron-of-damned-writes]

Chapters: 17/21 Fandom: Elder Scrolls Online, Elder Scrolls Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lyris Titanborn & Abnur Tharn, Lyris Titanborn/Sai Sahan, Varen Aquilarios/Clivia Tharn, Zamarak/Khamira, The Silvenar/The Green Lady, Prefect Calo & Abnur Tharn, Gadris/Zur (Elder Scrolls) Characters: Lyris Titanborn, Abnur Tharn, Minor Original Characters - Character, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Sai Sahan, Varen Aquilarios, Clivia Tharn, Indaenir (Elder Scrolls), Gwaering, Cadwell (Elder Scrolls), Zamarak (Elder Scrolls), Prefect Calo, Khamira (Elder Scrolls), The Silvenar, The Green Lady, Razum-dar (Elder Scrolls), Zur (Elder Scrolls), Mannimarco (Elder Scrolls), Khunzar-ri, Gadris (Elder Scrolls), Iachesis (Elder Scrolls) Additional Tags: Recovery, Fire, Post-Canon Fix-It, Bickering, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Don't copy to another site, Violence, Depression, Blood and Injury, Humor, Bathtub Sex, This is not the porn you're looking for, Bathing/Washing, Undead, Canon-Typical Violence, Light Angst, Magic Theory, Soulmates, Friends In Denial to Actual Friends, Trust, nobody has their shit together Series: Part 1 of Of Fire, Five, And Softness Summary: Mannimarco attacks Rimmen. Obligatory excerpt:

Khunzar-ri lingers with a smile of a tiger on his lips, not like with his face he could do any other smile. “You are a woman of action, Lyris-do. You remind this one of Flinthild.”

“That not that much of a compliment you think it to be, big guy,” Lyris snaps at him, because she doesn't want to spend the next three hours being lectured who or what this Flinthild is or was, not to mention that she still has this feeling that whenever any of the Khajiit call her Lyris-do, they are laughing at her in her face without her knowing why she is the butt of the joke. “Now, haven't I given you a job to do? Stop standing there like a frost troll froze your balls off.”

The legendary hero bows to her, and scampers off to warn Khamira. Lyris turns the other way around to get either Calo, Sai, or Tharn. Or Zamarak, but Zamarak is most likely with Khamira, while of the other three at least one is bound to be in the library. Nerds. All three of them.