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@breselin​  ∕  plotted.

How long has it been, he wanted to wonder though was incapable of finding the words. 

There’s been a time where he thought of it (the idea of freedom, though it’s so far and nearly seems impossible. it’s unwavering in how it lords over his form, staring down at him from the hole in the sky-- what in the princes’ name did he do to deserve this?) as a simple pipe dream; eventually... eventually, he’d be out. It would be as if nothing had ever happened, and Mannimarco would be free. He’s living the life many in Tamriel wished they could but were so unfortunate to be deemed as incapable to do so.

He’s given up on thrashing-- on writhing-- on struggling. It’s fruitless, he’s come to realize after a mere month’s time has passed; he’s seen a few faces, but none that were responsible enough to actually look back at him. There’s not a single voice he’s heard (he’s learned to tune the screaming out, phasing it out of his every day life-- it’s... not at all acceptable, but he’s tricked himself into believing it all the same.) that yanks him out of reality and back into fantasy-- he remembers a nord (looking down upon him with a face that speaks of empathy, of sympathy... it infuriates him, but he thinks he can use it to his advantage.) and then a redguard (staring down at him with a vague smirk. tells the nord to step back and to hurry up. leave him for dead.) before they both pull away.

He doesn’t see shadows but hears the footsteps of several other adventurers. He doesn’t try to beg nor does he try to plead for his life; he’s already tried and has been met with the same results as before. It’s worthless, truly, it was.

“...”

The room flickers, and the screams stop without warning (but mannimarco believes it’s always been like that. months and months of hollow screaming-- it’s a semblance of controlled chaos that he wanted no part of but seemed to be a crucial part of all the same.) but it does not encourage him to turn his head. He’s kept it laying on his cheek, staring at one of many cells with a body that decayed yet seemed to jump to life every random amount of days.

Was Mannimarco expected to keep count-- keep track of those that no longer had reason to exist? He supposed he should envy them. They’ve done what he could not.

His eyes twitched, snapping towards the ceiling (footsteps... footsteps, maybe? he can’t quite make them out, but what’s the point? it’s a trick of the mind-- of his or of molag bal’s, he can’t quite determine but thinks it unimportant.) at clicking of heels against solid ground. He pulled in an inhale, swallowed back a grimace at the disuse of own lungs, and huffed it out in a shattered, shuddering breath.

“Again with these games, I see--”

His voice comes out as a croaky and hoarse mess, but his pride doesn’t swell nor deflate at the idea. A tongue quietly swept itself over his lips, wetting them with a halfhearted sort of effort that spoke little of a zest for life but, rather, acceptance. His right leg gave a small thrash, rolling at its thigh only to stop once the sharp sounds of chains and iron clinking and snapping approaching his ears.

How cruel, was it, that he had to be the sole witness to such torture, he wondered?

“--... you will be disappointed, again, to know that I have no desire to speak.”

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まにまるこ

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it’s 5am. you are laughing. you are crying. you are filled with red, burning heat. you can’t tell if it’s anger or if it’s love. it’s 5pm.

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I’m afraid you misunderstand. I already have more servants than I need

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GENERAL.

full name.  mannimarco pronunciation. mann-ih-mar-koh nicknames.  he despises nicknames. don’t use them on him unless you have a death wish. height. 6′6′‘ / 198.12 cm age. his age isn’t known. it’s assumed to be in the very late thousands. zodiac. he doesn’t bother with zodiacs. languages. he can speak aldmeri (the native tongue of altmer.) and a majority of other tamriel-based languages. otherwise? he’s capable of understanding and speaking other languages once he’s spoken once or twice to said person.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour.  ghost white. eye colour. icy blue. skin tone.  impossibly pale. he looks borderline frostbitten. body type. ectomorph. accent.  a heavy aldmeri accent that he can hide most of the time. dominant hand.  ambidextrous, but he uses his right the most. posture.  he doesn’t slouch and is always prim and proper. back is always straight. mannimarco thinks very highly of himself and, as such, makes sure this image extends onto others, as well. he’s very conscious of his demeanor and posture. scars. he has a multitude of scars, but they’re all very... pale and light to the eyes. the most distinct scar he has would be a long, thick one running down along his spinal chord, stopping only at the small of his back. tattoos.  none. most noticeable features.  his aura. whenever he is in proximity of others, they almost immediately notice that something is off. since mannimarco is technically “undead”, his presence is naturally and inherently seen more as problematic and uncomfortable due to his nature.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth.  summerset isles. hometown.   artaeum. birth weight / height.  he was noteworthy to his family for being smaller and lighter than most other altmer infants. manner of birth.  the tamriel equivalent to a c-section. first words.  yes. siblings.  none. parents. both of his parents remain unknown and, thus, unnamed. mannimarco hates drawing attention onto them and refuses to say their names. all that’s known of them is that they’re long dead. parental involvement.  his parents were very much in his life, but they didn’t regard him with the necessary love or attention. altmer culture dictates a more... professional and almost formal approach. because of this, mannimarco hardly had a chance to experience a normal childhood as his parents, too, expressed a near fanatical belief in the “old altmer ways”.

ADULT LIFE.

occupation.  leader/”king” of the order of the black worms. current residence. currently, his home is situated in a spot untouched and relatively unseen within tamriel. it’s believed that it’s in-between dimensions, something that mannimarco himself doesn’t confirm nor argue against. close friends. he does’t really... have close friends, besides for those he trusts within his order. arima kishou being the first. otherwise? sephiroth would be the only one mannimarco feels semi-comfortable in being vulnerable around. relationship status. “involved” with @breselin. financial status.  inapplicable, but it’s closest to stable. driver’s license. inapplicable. criminal record.  necromancy, genocide, traitor to the order.

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation.  gray-asexual. romantic orientation. gray-aromantic. preferred emotional role.  submissive | dominant | switch  |  unsure preferred sexual role.  submissive  |  dominant  |  switch |  sex repulsed libido. usually low. turn on’s. biting, hair pulling, his partner grabbing at him, kissing, dom/sub play, the use of magic being used as part of the act (fire and ice magic being used as part of sadism/masochism play. etcetc.) turn off’s. he hates partners that talk too much. love language. looking his partner right in the eye as he’s speaking to them. he has trouble expressing himself romantically, but he will never disgrace his partner by not looking at them when he has something to say to them. relationship tendencies.  he is... rather careful in how he handles a relationship. it’s been a while since mannimarco has actually partaken in one, so he can be a tad bit clumsy at times. otherwise, mannimarco is very consistent, bold, and almost always prefers to take the role of “leader” within the relationship.

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. flickering shadows. hobbies to pass the time. reading and people watching. mental illnesses. mental illness is handled very differently in tamriel. the closest to a diagnosis mannimarco would receive would be something akin to sociopathy. physical illnesses.  no longer applicable. left or right brained. left. fears. mannimarco absolutely hates having “fears” of any sort. he does, however, have one particular fear no one (currently.) knows-- being alone and dying alone.

self confidence level.  superb. vulnerabilities. at times, mannimarco detests silence. it makes him feel uneasy, especially when he’s in the same room as sephiroth. when mannimarco is letting his guard down, he will usually participate in conversation somewhat eagerly. otherwise? mannimarco is far too uptight to display any sort of vulnerability-- which could, ironically, be seen as one.

tagged by: @breselin thank uuu ♡ tagging: hmmm!

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CHARACTER STATISTICS

TAGGED BY : @breselin im a few days late but shhh-- TAGGING : 🤔

——   PHYSICAL STATS;

RUNNING SPEED   —   6 / 10

RUNNING ENDURANCE   —   7 / 10

LIFTING STRENGTH   —   8 / 10

CARRYING ENDURANCE   —   6 / 10

JUMPING ABILITY   —   10 / 10

THROWING STRENGTH   —   6 / 10

STEALTH ABILITY   —   10 / 10

PAIN TOLERANCE   —   10 / 10

SWIMMING SPEED   —   6 / 10

SWIMMING ENDURANCE   —   6 / 10

STRETCHING ABILITY   —   8 / 10

DANCING ABILITY   —   3 / 10

CLIMBING ABILITY   —   6 / 10

TOUCH SENSITIVITY  ( PLATONIC )   —   1 / 10

TOUCH SENSITIVITY  ( INTIMATE )   —   4 / 10

GENERAL REFLEXES   —   10 / 10

OVERALL PHYSICAL CONDITION   —    7 / 10

TRIVIA   —    as an altmer, mannimarco’s body is considerably in a “better” condition than a man’s inherently. however, he never did bother with physically training himself more than what was necessary because, as he came from a traditional altmer family, it was not viewed as important. moreover, mannimarco was pushed to pursue the magical arts more than anything else. as such, he is not as strong as one would be if they chose to walk down the path of a warrior. altmer are naturally endowed with above average abilities, including that of strength (they are said to make fine warriors, actually.), so mannimarco is, indeed, lucky with his current stats. his status as a lich actually complicates this, mainly because his body deteriorates at a completely different level than a mortal’s would. as such, his tolerance to pain is at an all-time high, and his sensitivity to touch is considerably pitiful in comparison. the primary reason his body “recognizes” touch from an intimate standpoint is, rather, because his mind understands it to be such. as such, he has properly hardwired himself to acknowledge it as such and “taught” his body to regard it with a more... reactionary approach. basically, any of his physical skills that are above average? it’s because of his magical abilities enhancing him and/or doing most, if not all, of the work for him.

——   MENTAL STATS;

ADVANCED MATHEMATICS   —   9 / 10

SIMPLE MATHEMATICS   —   10 / 10

SPATIAL AWARENESS   —   10 / 10

CHEMISTRY UNDERSTANDING   —   10 / 10

BIOLOGICAL UNDERSTANDING   —   10 / 10

NATURE SCIENCES UNDERSTANDING   —   10 / 10

CREATIVE INTELLIGENCE   —   7 / 10

ARTISTIC ABILITY   —   5 / 10

MUSICAL PROWESS   —   3 / 10

MIMICKING ABILITY  ( AUDITORY )   —   10 / 10

ODD PROBLEM-SOLVING —   9 / 10

COMPREHENSION  ( SPOKEN WORD )   —   10 / 10

COMPREHENSION  ( WRITTEN WORD )   —   10 / 10

COMEDIC ABILITY   —   3 / 10

COMEDIC TIMING   —   5 / 10

OVERALL MENTAL PROWESS   —   10 / 10

TRIVIA   —    now, here’s where mannimarco truly shines. mannimarco, under the eyes of his parents, studied practically all day and all night. he rarely retained a healthy sleep schedule, partially because of his parents’ insistence regarding his studies and partially, also, because of his own stubbornness towards taking breaks. he has always been opposed to resting, primarily due to his parents and their assertiveness regarding it being seen as “lazy”. as such, mannimarco is a natural workaholic with heavy perfectionist tendencies. this aids him very heftily in his intelligence, as he is a very fast learner and absorbs information impressively easily-- to a, perhaps, frightening point where he would only need to look at a thing once (twice if he wanted to be certain.) and recall a majority of its information/statistics/data with a confident finesse. conversely, mannimarco does somewhat poorly when it regards the arts. this is mainly due to his parents and their strict methods, but also because mannimarco never felt much interest towards it anyway. his idea of “fun” and “hobbies” differs greatly from what a “normal” person would think of it. additionally, he hardly has much time to dedicate towards such trivial matters (in his words.), because he could always be using that time to learning, observing, and anything else that would give him even the smallest advantage over the majority. what little activities mannimarco does participate could be seen as “boring” in comparison; he strongly prefers to read in his free time or, if he cannot do that, engages in discussion with those he deems as worthy-- sephiroth ( @breselin ) is almost always his first choice regarding this. mannimarco is considerably down to earth, however, and he is capable of recognizing very early on when he is being tricked. he merely goes along with this “game” because he knows he’ll survive it. essentially, he sees everyone and everything before him like they were pieces on a chessboard. where’s mannimarco in all of this? well, he’d like to consider himself as the player-- the one that controls what goes where and what conquers what.

——   EMOTIONAL STATS;

INTERPERSONAL INSTINCT   —   5 / 10

INTRAPERSONAL INSTINCT   —   9 / 10

EXTROVERSION   —   2 / 10

MORAL COMPASS   —   3 / 10

EMPATHY   —   2 / 10

EXTRASENSORY ABILITY  ( PSYCHIC )   —   4 / 10

EMOTIONAL ENDURANCE   —   10 / 10

COPING ABILITY   —    5 / 10

TENDENCY TOWARDS ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR   —   3 / 10

TENDENCY TOWARDS VICTIM BEHAVIOUR   —   0 / 10

LEVEL OF DENIAL   —    1 / 10

PROTECTOR COMPLEX   —   7 / 10

DAMSEL COMPLEX   —   0 / 10

EMOTIONAL INTIMACY  ( WITH PARTNER )   —   10 / 10

EMOTIONAL INTIMACY  ( WITH FRIENDS )   —   2 / 10

EMOTIONAL COMPREHENSION   —    9 / 10

TENDENCY TOWARDS PANIC   —    1 / 10

GENERAL EMOTIONAL STABILITY   —    9 / 10

TRIVIA   —    mentally speaking, mannimarco is surprisingly well-adjusted considering his low empathy. he views things on a scale of grey, preferring to no longer see things as on extreme or the other. this thought process greatly annoys him, as he views it as hindering to a person’s growth. as such, he projects this idea onto himself and will not tolerate it from any angle-- including from himself, even if it were to be done subconsciously. the main “problem child”, as mannimarco would refer to it as, is his empathy. he, under most circumstances, does not bother to relate to people and views the feelings of others as unnecessary. he is very much a stereotypical “intellectual”, disregarding the emotional reactions and going with what he views as most pragmatic or, perhaps, most beneficial. this isn’t to say that he isn’t capable of empathy, though. he exhibits it more often towards sephiroth, because he is... in a way, very curious regarding him. as such, this leads to mannimarco shamelessly prodding against him but only in a way that both would deem tolerable. i wouldn’t say mannimarco is touch starved but, comparatively, does desire intimacy from sephiroth when the two of them can allow for it. due to this, mannimarco has and sees no issue in expressing himself in “softer” and “gentler” tones with sephiroth, as their relationship develops further and further. mannimarco is the type of person that has a very deep and thorough understanding about himself but hasn’t bothered to do the same with others. sephiroth is, perhaps, one of the few people he’s deemed worth the effort for. as such, mannimarco retains a somewhat obsessive perspective about it which leads back to his down to earth nature that was mentioned earlier. he’s a lot more calmer and observant, leaning more to the shadows and is very much a “people watcher” than he is an “entertainer”. when mannimarco is interested in someone, he wishes to know everything there is about them. in a way, he does find this to be a privilege-- one that, if given to him, he’d be a fool to give up. because of his disconnect from civilization and humanity as a majority, mannimarco does not bother with basic niceties within conversation. he does not see the purpose in holding his tongue or masking his opinions under countless piles of “white lies”. he strongly prefers blunt honesty so, because of this preference, his ability regarding socialization and the like falters. it definitely falls behind what would even be considered as normal for a typical altmer, meaning that mannimarco himself is a bit “abnormal” for his own race of mer. this does not affect him, however. he recognizes the common cues within conversations and will most certainly keep his mouth shut if it benefits him more than it would to argue. however, mannimarco sees honesty as a strong characteristic. this is why he only surrounds himself with a select few, yielding towards them his thoughts, his ideals, and his opinions while fully expecting a genuine yet truthful answer. he cannot and will not stand for otherwise.

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                       Don’t drink his 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.               He’ll kiss your neck with no emotion.

  When he’s mean, you know you 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕.           He tastes so 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕, don’t sugarcoat it.

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     ★ Thus whatever sort of thought would run rampant in the ‘King’s’ mind stayed obscured before his very own. Expressions worn, drawn, perceived, the only inclinations to the true turmoil of reactional contemplation that could have fallen from his ’partner’ lips had he decided to be a touch more bold with him. Oh, he knows well enough, Mannimarco always loathed these inquiries where answers were harder to really formulate { was it still that he did not want to give away too much? }. Which it was now that had eyes lazily wander from the engagement on the ground towards the first sing-song reactions of a very peculiar kind? It would not matter anytime soon.

    ★ “ I am aware~ You might even say: 'curiosity killed the cat’. ” { but satisfaction brought it back? } Phrases were useless, nought and discardable, a mild attempt at leisurely chit-chat where it was unneeded.

    ★ Did they not both desire something else?

    ★ Hardly would it bring them anything to pursue a forced goal, it was mere curiosity that drove the swordsman to find out more, to have a need and want to uncover the unknown. Asking why someone would be 'revered’ like it happened times before? Gods - really are only such when there are believers to follow them.

    ★ So, the voice drawling on and explaining bits and pieces, leaving others shadowed to finally form a riddle of his own whose solution was presented like a grand prize to reach for, only sets his lips to a softened smile, half-moon-like and mild, before eyes break free from his companion’s expressive form. All rehearsed and perfectly in control; long had the ex-soldier learned that this was what Mannimarco so truly desired { why not tear it away from him completely sometimes soon? }.

    ★ How quaint, when he was ushered to leave a guess in return. “ Am I willing? ” Gods mean little to nothing to him. The deities of his own world are torn and twisted, are offering their aid and protection only to those they deem worthy, and worthiness? Was that not something everybody should decide on for themselves? Laughable, released with a small huff from the back of his throat, while head shakes near dismissing the reality to wager a guess as to what his ’partner’ truly sought.

    ★ But, as there was the acceptance to humour Sephiroth’s inquiries? Why should he not humour him in return? “ The ’Lord of Domination’, that alone, I should take as a hint to your desires, for you claim control over everything around you. ” If one were to want and hear it, there may be accusation in his voice. Mild chiding to follow the obvious that himself had been able to experience time and time and time again.

    ★ Escapades just as these, when mingling soldiers would direct gazes towards the high end of the tower, watching their leaders in what seemed their perfect union, they were so fruitless { what did they think watching them? }.

    ★ “ And the fact that he is ’real’? Oh, does that not play easily in your infatuation with knowing all that there was to offer~? ” A juxtaposition, with how little the General does present to who he had claimed in return? “ Is it comforting for you that something palpable like this may exist? Offer you powers? Offer you security that, once you have lost your value, you may be ground to dust? ” Does he belittle Mannimarco’s powers? No, not at all.

    ★ Settled deep awareness, root taking hold, twisting, turning inside its perfect core and the igniting fire in Sephiroth’s mind - Gods could be quite so cruel.

    ★ “ Am I close~? Pray, tell~ ” Long strands of silver then flow over shoulders, the distance between them had been crossed soundlessly. Softly, lightly treading steps, before he tilts and turns, to catch a glance { what would he want to see? }. “ Or is there more I need to perceive? ”

The sheer audacity--!! Youth could be so borderline insulting.

Mannimarco recognized this within himself as a fatal flaw; the want for power, the yearning for everlasting control, and the carnal desire to stabilize. Faltering one’s self to the likes of Molag Bal (the god of domination. mannimarco remembers feelings of utter disgust upon recalling his countless attempts of comprehensible lore.), he knew he must have been foolish but... he knew he was capable.

He had to... He had to!

(i close myself off to avoid scenarios such as this.)

But, as unpredictable as he could be-- he chose the predictable path and would let Sephiroth proceed. Eyes would stare below, catching the wandering gazes of aimless and goalless inferiors and finding himself all too easy to feel disgust within it. Mortality was such a simple, fragile thing that Mannimarco had already forgotten how important every little thing could be to those that were not graced with the ability to find and hit a wall of quenching importance.

“Ground to dust...?” he murmured, lips mimicking similar shapes and syllables Sephiroth’s own had taken. Expression grew lax at once, faltering into a loose definition of bitter amusement (a short-lived laugh, best described as a chuckle with his eyebrows knitting together in brief display of pleasure.) before steeling itself once more. “You make it sound so pathetic.”

It was near detestable, but could the King truly argue? Hard to say, and maybe that was what amused him very much.

Despite the urge to say more (to speak in a more forthcoming way. to, perhaps, cut sephiroth off and end this aimless, aggravating attempt at a study.), Mannimarco silenced himself and merely listened. Hands grasped at one another, not yet tight but not yet soft. His eyes, cold and sharp, continued to stare down and almost met with the likes of a lowly worm. A mild but meaningful reaction, the Altmer watched them scamper off without intentions well-known; never would they look Mannimarco in the eye again.

What should have been demeaning to many others, Mannimarco took it in stride. He felt as if he was an open book to Sephiroth (yet, at the same time, felt so closed off. like someone had taken to him with a fire and sealed all of his pages together with a flame’s sear.), and eerily felt it appropriate to revel in this feeling. His head dipped forward, allowing for hair to begin its gradual descent into concealing his exposure of emotions further as his eyes slid to his side, focusing solely on Sephiroth.

“...”

Ah, he couldn’t help but laugh... at least by a little.

A hand raised away from its smallest comfort, touching knuckles of middle and index fingers against smiling mouth as he returned his gaze down below. Was he truly that easy to read? He wasn’t sure if he should feel insulted or if he should be impressed with Sephiroth’s observational prowess.

(perhaps it is both.)

“I desire something that is real purely for the sake of it being within existence.” He wouldn’t deny Sephiroth the triumph within this conversation, but there was always more to be said-- more to be discovered. “I am fascinated by the idea of reality, because it enables me.”

Hand lowered away, inching further and further down as Mannimarco turned. Upper torso twisted with legs giving barely a shift of their own, hand from previous choosing to take Sephiroth by the meat of his bicep with a stare that insisted on gluing itself onto the warrior’s own. Such a moment should have been ripe for the taking! Such a moment should have been most appropriate for Mannimarco to maturely (was that the correct word? oh no, not at all. it’s all in jest.) deem an ending to this bit of dialogue! Such a moment should have been better to lead off into something else!

“It enables me to want... to feel the desire to destroy.”

But, no. No, no. No, Mannimarco wanted to continue. In a way, he desired for Sephiroth to be the one to end it.

“But other than that...? No, you are correct.”

Head canted in a brief tilt, single eyebrow giving the smallest of raises before the King began pushing more. Close the distance more and more until, finally, there was only a meager amount of breathing room allowed. He cared little for the fleeting gazes from below (if they were smart... if they valued their lives, they’d pretend to see nothing out of the usual.), hand refusing to leave Sephiroth’s arm forcing itself to serve as key reminder to this fact.

“The desire to share with the Gods a space... It is truly an abhorrent desire, don’t you think? I would have gawked myself at the very idea so many years ago.” Slowly, his hand removed itself and settled for hovering somewhat awkwardly around other man’s wrist. “It’s almost child’s play, in a sense. Laughable and adorable were it not me.”

What would have been an attempt of pity from anyone else’s mouth was merely a comment. Eyes gave a distinct narrow with a wry smile teasing the corners of the lich’s mouth all the while.

“You must think of me a fool.”

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“I was talking to my dad about these two sub-atomic particles called ‘strangeness and charm’. People only know they exist because we can feel their effects. I thought that was quite a nice metaphor for you know affection and emotion. I think with things like that it’s always finding the humanity in things. But I thought it was quite an interesting phrase and it kind of took me in a tangent that resulted in this song.”

(Florence Welch)

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what shape does your pain take?

a picture

a picture. a single image reminding you of someone or something you've lost, something you don't want to live without. you can't seem to move on, to accept life has changed, to live again. you're trapped in the picture, in the past. maybe this was a lost family member or friend, maybe this was a sickness that isn't going away, maybe this was sinking into depression. but you can't help but remember how life was before, how life after will never be the same, and can't help but feel that nothing in the future will be able to fill the hole the past left. 

nothing lasts forever... right?

tagged by: @breselin im exactly 5 years late buuuut ♡ tagging: steal it!

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65daysofstatic - Come To Me (ft. Robert Smith)

All you have to do is close your eyes and come to me All you have to do is change your mind and come to me Spent the whole night dreaming

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     ★ “ Say~— ” He had to admit, the view from the top of the tower allowing the eye to reach as far as the horizon only stretched, was quite a beautiful one. A captivating one. So, mindlessly would he wander between the high castellation, till finding a place that would have gaze travel from the near devouring endlessness towards their mingling armies { weren’t they his partner’s and his very own? }, hurrying to and fro, setting up their newest gambit in neverending pursuit for power.

    ★ Fleeting thoughts and ideas that made him smile. That very word spoken to garner attention from the man behind his back? - attentively gazing and waiting patiently for whatever the warrior had to say that was near dying on the tip of his tongue, albeit spoken it does find itself moments passing later.

    ★ Oh, in instances flashing before his very eyes like these small, insignificant souls { they do seem like ants? } watched tentatively. Might there not be a question rising from attentive companion? Maybe stalled before it ever came to life. “ —Would you tell me about your ’God’? ” Bits and pieces of conversations gathered when roaming halls, all of them dying down just when he crossed paths { obedient, were they not? when bowing in front of him like good little servants? }. “ I only heard of it in passing, I am merely intrigued~ ”

    ★ Such words would - usually - mean that topic could be discarded, could be crushed to dust with denial quickly following suit { but would it even? }, if not for the telling shade of shining blue. For the curl of lips, sharp as a sword’s very edge. Oh— “ Entertain me, while I am here, no~? ” —they both carry knowledge, that their game would never quite be finished.          || @lichsent | sc. ♡~

He hated the curiosity mortals could possess. He’s always found it so very ugly and off-putting.

Yet he’d say nothing in regards to Sephiroth’s inquiry, purely because it was... a question he’s come to expect. He’s surprised (pleasantly so, however.) that it had not come sooner, but he knew it would eventually arise. That was just the nature of Sephiroth-- an endless sort of curiosity that not even Mannimarco could hope to qualm.

So he stands next to his opposite (partner, if he were so bold, but the word itself was still mildly iffy to him. it projected onto him a weird sense of discomfort.), gazing out ahead and peering down at two armies that would, otherwise, have been at conflict with one another were it not for their leaders’ union. Arms were folded behind his back as he tipped his head just slightly, giving it a light bob upwards as form of acknowledgement to other man’s question. Eyebrows drew closer together in thoughtful furrow, knitting and causing for his eyes to soften into a lazy narrow.

“Do you truly wish to know?” he asked back in retort whilst fully knowing of the answer. Sephiroth would not have asked if he truly did not desire the details, Mannimarco knew this. But still... he’d ask nonetheless. “One of these days, your curiosity will not pay you with riches but, rather, rags.”

What should have been a chastise was merely a comment made in passing. The King could not blame Sephiroth as he knew it was the fault of his inferiors.

But could he punish them, as well? Hardly. It would not be right and just of him to do so.

“... Very well,” he conceded with little need for argument, dipping his head down all the while. “You wish to know about... my God, do you not?”

(indulge you, shall i? entertain you, shall i?)

Under any other guise, under any other intention... he might have taken those words more to heart. He might have taken those words more as a playful little invitation, but this topic... this subject? It was a little hard for him to swallow, because the very word of “God” held such a nasty aftertaste within his mouth. It was enough for him to vomit should it have been sincere, genuine, and legitimate. He supposed Sephiroth should be lucky that he would be unable to see Mannimarco in such a state.

“He is but one of many.” Short and simple, and he could have left it off as just that. But he wouldn’t. “The “Lord of Domination” as many would... call him,” he paused to breathe, nearly sighing but holding it back out of some sort of subconscious need to respect, “There is a lot for you to hear, but I am not certain you would be most willing to hear the ugly side of his escapades as even I do not fully engage myself with him.”

His mouth curled downwards into a stern frown, Mannimarco not yet removing his attention from the scene below them.

“He is... real, unlike some other gods I’ve come into contact with.” He could name names (the tribunal... he remembers coming into contact with them. he remembers how utterly disgusted he was with their delusions of grandeur.), but he wouldn’t as he doubted it’d serve much of a purpose to Sephiroth. “If you could even stomach the idea of relating those sorts to the concept of deity.”

To engage with the likes of Molag Bal... Mannimarco knew he made a mistake, but he believed knew he could turn it into a triumph.

“... Would you be willing to take a guess, from just that little bit of information I’ve released, as to why I’ve chosen to claim him as my God?”

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mannimarco, king of worms

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TAGGED: @breselin​ Thank U I’m So Damn Organized TAGGING: listen man im like 5 years late akskskssk

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

NAME.          mannimarco EYE COLOUR.           initially a honey gold but after his “ascension”, an icy blue that looks almost white. HAIR STYLE/COLOUR.           an intense ghost white. somewhat long, ending at his shoulder blades while stray locks frame the front of his face. HEIGHT.           6'6′’ CLOTHING STYLE.           he hardly changes his clothing style, so it’s usually the same. this consists of a mixture of armor and cloth, styled after old-styled daedric armor that signals his once-affiliation with molag bal with little homages to his altmer culture. he adorns himself in dark colors, preferring many shades of black with accents of blues and greys. occasionally he will wear white, usually with the intention to stain it later as a sort of “show” of his powers’ aftermath. BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE.           his eyes are the first thing people tend to notice. 

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

YOUR FEARS.           he hardly has any fears. the closest to this feeling would be discomfort towards past events (such as involving his past partner and molag bal’s treatment of him.) and the concept of losing control. he once had the occasional night terror of being totally and utterly alone, but he’s uncomfortable with considering this as a fear. YOUR GUILTY PLEASURE.           nothing is... exactly a guilty pleasure to mannimarco. intimacy, perhaps? YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE.           self-righteousness. people that lack goals. those that try to “stand up” to him but lack the prowess to properly back their selves up. he doesn’t even offer these sorts a second glance, merely smiling bitterly at them as a warning before proceeding further. YOUR AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE.           retain control. he still plays with the idea of ascending to becoming a daedric prince himself but has since dropped taking this idea as seriously after his resurrection.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP .           hard to say. it’s all a cluster within his mind as he thinks too much/ THINK ABOUT MOST .           too much yet too little at the same time to say. THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED .           depending on the circumstances, it is either sephiroth or hardly anything at all. he prefers to clear his mind before heading to bed. WHAT THE BEST QUALITY IS .           his odd charisma and ambition. he’s capable of reeling others over to his side without much persuasion, but it’s entirely possible for him to persuade others if necessary. he also refuses to accept defeat, always parsing through multiple routes and potentials within his head.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES.           single. TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED.           both. respected. BEAUTY OR BRAINS.           brains. DOGS OR CATS.           no preference. if he had to pick, cats.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

LIE.           how do you get through life if you have not lied at least once? BELIEVE IN YOURSELF .           yes, unconditionally. BELIEVE IN LOVE.           he’s uncomfortable with this question. WANT SOMEONE.           yes, but he’ll never say it out loud unless he’s asked.

LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN…

BEEN ON STAGE.           yes, but only because his minions see his throne as a stage and he begrudgingly goes along with this idea. DONE DRUGS.           no. CHANGED WHO YOU WERE TO FIT IN.           only on the surface in order to climb up the social ladder or increase his chances of attaining true power.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

FAVORITE COLOR.           black. he’s grown somewhat accustomed to blue thanks to a certain brat man, though. FAVORITE ANIMAL.           he’s always been a fan of gryphons, those native to summerset. FAVORITE MOVIE.           movies hardly interest him, and he’ll most likely just watch whatever is required of him. FAVORITE GAME.           chess.

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

DAY YOUR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE.           inapplicable. he doesn’t speak of it nor does anyone know of it. HOW OLD WILL YOU BE.           he doesn’t reveal his age to anyone, and the most that is known is that he will be, at least, in his thousands. AGE YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY.           when he was in his late forties to early fifties. DOES AGE MATTER.           yes, always. he uses age as a determinant of one’s “experience” and “intelligence” in many scenarios.

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON

BEST PERSONALITY .           independence. he can overlook a lot of things in a person as long as they show strong and stalwart independence, because he does not wish to engage in babysitting a, what he personally sees as, child. BEST EYE COLOR .           it does not matter. BEST HAIR COLOR .           no preference on color. he just prefers for something to grab onto. BEST THING TO DO WITH A PARTNER .           wordless evenings with sincere actions sprinkled throughout. he does not like to talk during these moments as he’s concerned that it will crumble the moment he opens his mouth.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I LOVE.           sparingly. I FEEL.           greedily, hungrily, ravenously. cruelly. I HIDE.           artfully. I MISS.           rarely, but it is somewhat unavoidable. I WISH.           for nothing but to be the last.

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RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETICS.

BOLD  whatever applies to / attracts your muse.    

TAGGED BY :  @breselin ♡ ♡ ♡ five years late but I’m Here Now TAGGING :  :-|a

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV :       orthodox monasteries , deep woods  , starry nights  , the sound of paper being torn ,  dimly lit rooms ,   withered roses  ,  an unfinished letter , piles of books  , the sound of shattering glass , ticking of clocks in a silent house ,  heavy wooden furniture  , the air before a storm , the smell of earth  , a crowd of people dressed in black , distant murmurs  ,  emptied streets  ,  the fear of walking alone in dusk

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT  :       coldness of the skin against a blade , slender pale fingers  & slightly shaking hands ,  a red stain blooming on white fabric ,  lonely steps in a corridor ,  the slow dripping of water  , looking out of the window into the thickening darkness  , a single dying candle on the table , listening to one’s breath  &  counting heartbeats ,  too many stairs  , the desire to be invisible ,  a subtle memory of kind words

THE IDIOT  :      classical statues ,  wealth covered with dust  , a dark house tainted with inherited madness , an unsettling feeling ,  long walks in a park  , useless chatter  , a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench  ,  a melancholic face  , an unexpected spring rain  , the joy of reading one’s favorite book  ,  the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around , looking at cloudless sky

ANNA KARENINA :       fields of crops ,  flowers brought from an early morning walk , the wind caressing a girl’s hair ,  a bowl of fruit , the smell of ripe pears  , the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea , children’s laughter coming from the garden  ,  soft sunlight  &  white curtains  , the sensation of velvet against skin  , pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor  , a sudden silence in a room full of people

WAR AND PEACE  :       a glass of wine  , the brightness of  a crystal chandelier  ,  white lace , a raging snow storm ,  the sound of a door being gently closed  , the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room ,  indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light  , closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing ,  the sweet smell of strawberries  ,  a pair of gloves left on an armchair  , light scent of powder

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA  :       the chaos of a lively city  ,  ambient jazz in an expensive restaurants  , jumping on a moving tram ,   the sight of moscow from the roof of a house  ,  yellow flowers in a vase  , leaning out of the window , shelves stacked with books , a small tin box with old photographs , strange shapes in the night sky , laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony ,  colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind

EUGENE ONEGIN :       a lonely mansion , reading a book in the parlour , faint piano melody lingering in falling silence , long evenings  , passing seasons  ,  discussing french novels of the moment ,  unspoken thoughts  , leaning against the door frame ,  quickly averted glance  , eating a peach absent-minded , bright mornings ,  footprints in snow , a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby

FATHERS AND SONS  :     birch groves  , morning mist ,  moss-covered stones near a moor , scientific books ,  white roses  ,  cheap champagne  ,  shabby pocket - watch  , light - hearted irony  ,  a maladroit cello sonata  , freshly mowed grass  ,  letting thoughts come  &  go , a  slow yawn  ,  picturesque plates   &   bowls filled with traditional dishes ,  drinking tea on the porch

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO  :     a strange feeling of loss ,  writing poems in a diary ,   traveling by train ,  the hesitation before touching someone’s hand ,  the gaze of one lost in thought ,  the warmth of cinnamon  ,  a scarf brightly embellished with flowers  ,  a glass of water  , a threadbare jacket  , the tempting void  , the evanescent serenity of yesterday

CHERRY ORCHARD  :       a lone chair in an empty room  , falling blossoms  ,  old samovar  , the unsettling need for change , a mirror reflecting full moon  , the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance ,  a piano out of tune