#vanus x mannimarco

[nerywen]

You could become more powerful, Galerion.

If only you limited yourself less with their stupid rules.

[Mannimarco tempts Galerion to take up the dark arts.]

[ddeathbody]

quick sketch

[mannimarcoiscool]

[album-aurum]

teso +x-men crossover.

Galerion as Xavier and Mannimarco as Magneto.

[littlegalerion]

Found this and wanted to share, because it honestly is a huge problem within fandoms.

[isirumarin]

Rumarin x Isira (LDB)

Ep.9 Secrets

Isira woke up first, again. She sat up and watched Rumarin sleep for a moment. She loved him so much, so quickly, it was...unsettling a bit but, she felt like she already knew him that day at the barrow. It was far more similar to rejoining with an old flame than an utter stranger. He was definitely following along. She hoped it was genuine and not the get-laid-and-see game some mer play. She felt embarrassed for a moment. Doubting her behavior- as always, her powerful instinctual intuition fighting against logic and common sense. She closed her eyes took a deep breath and meditated on her instincts. When she opened her eyes, he was looking up at her with his floral pink eyes and his stupid smirk. 'I'm right where I should be, and with whom.' She smiled at him and kissed him. She lay down over his chest. Her hair fell out of the braids and flowed over his skin like silver mist. Rumarin petted her head. She snuggled her face into his chest, savoring his pleasant scent. She rubbed her hand over his copper colored chest hair, soft and curly.

"So manly!" She teased. Rumarin chuckled. "That's the last thing I deserve to be called." He retorted. "Banana-ly is more like it."

"Oh no.." Isira said sadly. "There's a hair in my banana." They both laughed heartily together.

"I'll give you a new banana.." Rumarin growled, rolling on top of her. "I'll give you two melons in exchange for your fresh banana, sir." She said with an impish smirk. "It's a good day to trade." He replied before kissing her passionately. "Okay, we can go to the market..but I have to go soon, so we must be brief." She said breathlessly, throwing her head back as he kissed her neck.

---

Isira walked up the staired corridor into the Arcanaeum. Books and locked shelves were everywhere and the room had a unique smell. It smelled...ancient.

Urag gro-Shub greeted her in his usual gruff manner. "Archmage, I've unlocked the chest."

"I'm ready. Show me." She replied, taking a deep breath. Gro-Shub placed the rusted, ominous- looking black box on the counter and opened it for her.

She looked inside. An amulet was inside. It was made of a dark material. The pendant was a large, black, spherical teardrop. "How odd.." she muttered, picking it up by the chain. Small runic letters of an unknown script were etched into its dark material. "Thank you, Urag, I hope it wasn't too much trouble."

Urag nodded in acknowledgement. "I would be careful, Archmage. The runes appear to be the same script that was on the Eye of Magnus. And I haven't made any progress trying to decode them. I swear they change after I've studied them, and my notes don't fare any better. Its maddening and I think its dangerous. We know nothing about it..." He growled, his irritation apparent.

She hadn't told him where she got the box. Quaranir, the Altmer mage from the Psijic order that had guided her through the Magnus artifact crisis, had given it to her.

She remembered how he had appeared in her chamber while she was soaking in her hot bath:

A blue orb flashed and there he was, Quaranir the Psijic. "Greetings." Isira called out, not moving from her comfortable position.

"I don't have much time."

"You never do." Isira quipped coldly as she inspected her fingernails.

The Psijic pursed his lips. His green eyes narrowed and he walked towards her. Standing at the edge of the bath, he set a black and rusted box at the water's edge.

"Care to join me, Psijic?" Her voice just above a whisper. "Too few Altmer in this frozen place." She complained.

The Psijic eyed her with contempt before casting his robes aside and kicking off his leather boots. He stepped carefully into the warm waters. He sat next to her, his green eyes staring straight ahead.

She stared at the side of his face for a few seconds. He didn't flinch.

She hungrily mounted him. Their lovemaking was rushed and greedy but he was always on time and when he left she was always satisfied. The Psijic Way.

She looked at the amulet. How things had changed. Her flings with the Psijic were soulless and greedy. Not at all like Rumarin.

She put the strange amulet in her pouch. It would no doubt be an awkward visit next time Quaranir ported in. She needed to talk to Rumarin and tell him everything. His identity was also a shock. Surely the humor of fate.

[blood-darkened-moon]

The Elder Scrolls

Morrowind Sotha Sil | Almalexia | Vivec | Indoril Nerevar | Voryn Dagoth/Dagoth Ur | King Dumac | Kagrenac

Ash Zombie | Ash Ghoul | Ash Vampire

Oblivion Hero of Kvatch | Mannimarco | Mankar Camoran | Lucien Lachance | Banus Alor | Arquen | Vicente Valtieri | Teinaava | Ungolim | Ocheava | Haskill

Skyrim The Dragonborn | Cicero | Night Mother | Astrid | Babette | Ancano | Ondolemar | Elenwen | Estormo | Rulindil | Agent Lorcalin | Neloth | Miraak | Serena | Paarthurnax | Odahviing | Durnehviir | Alduin | Draugr

TEOS Vanus Galerion

Daedric Princes Hermaeus Mora | Sheogorath/Skooma Cat | Jyggalag | Clavicus Vile/Barbas | Hircine | Molag Bal | Meridia | Peryite | Sanguine | Boethiah | Azura | Mephala | Vaermina | Nocturnal | Namira | Mehrunes Dagon | Malacath

Others Altmer | Dunmer | Daedra | Long-Tailed Tit

Groups/Ships Nerevoryn | Almsivi | Vivec x Molag Bal | Vivec x Almalexia | Nerever x Almalexia

[orfeoarte]

for the Asks to Spread the Love: 1, 8, 15, and 16!! ~throughtrialbyfire

thank you for the ask!! <3

1. A fanon characterisation that you love

Altmer as very celebratory people. Altmer who just make up any excuse to see friends and family. Altmer characters who love it when you think of them. Also I love the characterization of Teldryn as someone who will do anything with his partner but complain all the time lol

8. Best thing about canon

Hands down how expansive it is and how easy it is to twist canon to make your own little headcanons fit in it!

15. A topic you never get tired of discussing

authoral responsibility. in TES, it extends to how people often examine the in-universe reasons for x or y faction to be presented a certain way... but not the irl reasons why the writers felt they had to add a specific bias into the game. Also Altmer culture.

16. One of your favourite tropes 

Characters that replicate the dyadic nature of Anu/Padomay (Is/Is Not, Order/Chaos, Stasis/Change) the universe consists of the interaction of these two forces and we see time and time again two forces clashing with these opposing views. cough cough... vanus and mannimarco

[alpha-centauriiae]

Mannimarco x Vanus Galerion, unfortunately

[nerywen]

i'm not calling you a good boy, Vanus, you're snitching on me to Iachesis

for @ddeathbody

[ddeathbody]

I'll be honest, I like this job much less than the previous ones. It's a shame about the wasted hours, I hope to redo this work later. :(

[excitedsquid]

i do it for the girls and the elves that's it

[akaviri-dovah]

but then what if this happens

(art by @crysdrawsthings, reposted with permission!)

I hope he trips down those stairs

[maybemanyskeletonhats]

Hey!

I hope you are feeling good.

I read a lot of your works, and i love them, THEY ARE FABULOUS!!!

I hope to not bother or annoy you by making my request (in case forgive me, it wasn't my intention).

Could you write Reader x Elves? about how the elves would react to their s / o that due to this tremendous heat, they continue to feel bad/ill (literally these temperatures leading me to exhaustion ).

Thank you for everything, and i wish to you a nice day .

(Forgive me for my poor English, it isn't my first language).

Sotha Sil immediately takes notice of the fact they are visibly dizzy. Has water fetched for them as he goes to tweak his creation so it's just abit cooler. "I'll alter today's weather, you seem ill." He hides his concerned gaze

Vivec probably also hates the days where the warm heat in Vvardenfell turns too hot for even his tastes. Sometimes it's bearable, other times its not. Notices their disorientation and has someone get them water and shade quickly. He's seen people pass out before...it's...frightening. "a little steamy today wouldn't you say?"

Almalexia is usually in the shade but when she's out in the sun she'll sometimes fan herself or her partner when they both feel hot. Also water. Drink water. No they don't get a choice. "Drink. Don't give me that look."

Voryn Dagoth grew used to the heat. But is really in tune with catching those who aren't. If they are teetering on the edge of passing out he will convince them to lie down and have a glass of water at their bedside.

Mannimarco can't feel the heat and it takes him a surprising amount of time to catch on that they don't feel good. Even if he doesn't really get hot himself all that much. He'll gladly feign relief to go indoors if it makes them feel better. "Hmph."

Neloth finds that the tower is usually cooler due to the walls taking in water from the ground but he immediately feels the change when he steps out in the sun. Complains till both he and his partner can get indoors. Sadly they're both terrible at dealing with it. "By malacath it's HOT."

Divayth Fyr isn't usually bothered by the heat himself because he's had SO long to get used to it. But he's smart enough to know they aren't. So he makes sure they drink water and nudges them to sit down when they don't feel well. "Sit down. Oh please they don't care what you do."

Ondolemar hates being in Markarth in the summer but being in the keep usually helps him..they don't have that luck unfortunately. So when they arrive back eyes fluttering and skin red he's immediately tense and ready to catch them when they fall. Barks at the poor chef to get them water. "Go, you imbecile, water!"

Indoril Nerevar is usually used to it but when it gets real bad even he's somewhat light headed. He gets them water himself and will even idly wave a fan at them to help them cool off. He can't change the weather but he can most certainly try to help.

Vanus Galerion is leaning on them also. They both can't stand the hot temperature with no breeze. when they both get to shade and water he drops to his knees in relief. "By the GODS." Has them drink and lie on their back till they feel better.

Teldryn Sero feels for them. Truly. He had years to get used to it especially when wearing so much armor. Tosses his canteen to them and subtlety pushes them into places where it's gonna be cooler. What do you mean? He's not worried.

[isirumarin]

Rumarin x Isira

Ep.10 Heritage

Isira found Rumarin out in the courtyard. He had his legs crossed, was reading a book, and eating an apple. She walked up to him, hands held behind her back. Her silver hair flew about in the wind.

Rumarin cursed as the wind made him lose his place, pages fluttering wildly.

"Oh, hi Archmage Valfyren. Please don't tell on me. Urag said he'd tan and hang my hide for use as bookcovers if I damaged this book. I guess it's petty rare." He wiped snow flurries off the cover; Manninarco-King of Worms.

Isira ignored his teasing and pursed her lips briefly. "Yes, that explains part of the past of our ancestors." She said softly, her heart in her throat.

"Mainly about mine. The powerful one you know? You can call me Rumannimarco, king of um.... I'll think of something." He trailed off, seeing her dim expression. "You are already Archmage AND Dragonborn.. just let me have this one.."

"Rumarin, please, there are some things we need to talk about and they are very serious." She snapped.

She picked up his hand and squeezed it warmly. "Please." She whispered softly.

"Of course, anything." He said standing. "Those look good on you...I see you got some real ones from Phinis." She said, looking at his new and genuine dark purple, master grade conjuration robes.

"Um, yeah. You paid for them-is that alright?" He asked, already knowing the answer. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand again.

They garnered a few glances and stares from students and teachers alike. They were curious about the Archmage's 'special tutor' as some of them had taken to calling Rumarin.

Rumarin followed Isira into the Archmage's Quarters. She threw off her robes and let all of her ivory hair down. She looked like a beautiful wraith with her pale hair, skin, and pale golden silken slip. Rumarin stared curiously at her as he sat across from her at the fireplace.

"I'm Mannimarco's daughter." She finally said, flatly. "No jokes, just listen." He sat back in his seat realizing she was serious, and now he had to be.

"I have been in contact with a member of the Psijic order...and long story made short, that's how I found out. I wasn't going to tell anyone this information. Why would I? I felt confident the little ritual we did with the blood would be harmless. It would just show that we weren't any sort of kin..because, that would be impossible. I haven't figured out yet how I'M even possible. But it wasn't harmless, and now I have more questions and its just...so much.. to take in." She let her head fall back and she let her arm rest over her face, hiding it.

He wanted to tell a joke or three to lighten the mood, but he was a bit intimidated. He decided to shift the focus onto himself. "Soooo.. that means that I'm a decendant of Vanus Galerion. As far as I know, from my studies, neither of them took wives, and I don't think there are any writings about their personal affairs." Rumarin mused, interested. He smiled. "Isira...this is amazing. I mean, I don't have to tell you the magnitude of this discovery. I am dissapointed that I'm not a magical prodigy though...." He pouted his lips.

"Rumarin you don't apply yourself." She scoffed, feeling better that he didn't implode over the revelation.

"When can I start making Mannimarco jokes, because lets face it, its really good material." Rumarin asked with a sparkle in his now golden eyes.

Isiran giggled at him. "Only when we are utterly alone. Its very important for...my safety." She added trailing off.

"I wonder what they would think of us, you know, the Great Mage and the King of Worms' bloodlines coming together.." Rumarin mused. Isira scoffed at him with a smirk. "I'm not with child, you crabshit, and I don't plan on it anytime soon."

"Yes, but still, you know what I mean." He said, unphased. "I wonder if you look like him, I bet you do." Rumarin said looking at the scowling she-elf sitting across from him. Her silver eyes alight like a cat's in the dim room. "You look like you could kill me and bring me back with that stare alone."

"I'm never going to hear the end of this..." She murmured, pouring herself some spiced wine and offering him some.

"I have so many questions." He said firmly. "I say we go on a quest to try and find answers." Rumarin drank his cup in one go. Isira perked up. "Really? You would do that with me?"

"Of course." He replied confidently. "We can go to all the libraries...see Tamriel." He crossed his arms behind his head.

"About this Psijic...what's their part in this. What's their angle? Them giving you this knowledge...just screams hidden motive." He tented his hands under his broad chin, his pale eyes narrowing. "You could have gone on living your life without this knowledge and been none the wiser."

He was right. Isira had pondered this before, but she just felt that all knowledge was useful so she accepted it...and Quaranir had been useful in....other ways. She sighed. He could appear to her at anytime. He was a Psijic though, and she hoped he would be discreet and disinterested as was his custom. She didn't think he had any feelings for her anyway, it was just mechanical attraction after all.

"His name is Quaranir and we have a complicated relationship. What started out as collaboration to prevent mass destruction, ended up as practical carnal activity. That ceased the moment I met you, utterly, so you know." She said quietly, looking at the hem of her silken slip.

Rumarin said nothing for a moment then piped up light-heartedly. "I understand, Isira. It's not like I'm any different than you in that regard. I've had my share of carnal distractions. When you are as good looking as us, it can't be avoided." He smiled at her and she stifled her laugh.

'He is very empathetic.' She thought looking at his handsome face, endeared to him. She hoped there would be no fallout over Quaranir. The Psijic would show up at anytime to inquire about the chest. Isira had questions for him too. She hoped Rumarin wouldn't be a sore issue.

[neofolk-telvanni-wizard]

lotr x tes

Hear me out. Mannimarco = Saruman, Jagar Tharn = Grima Wormtongue, Vanus Galerion = Gandalf Sarumarco went fishing with his new apprentice Jagar Wormtharn and they re trying to convince Gandalvus that they wont kill and resurrect anybody