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ebficnotes · 4 years

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Musings on conjuration vs necromancy, and Vanus and Mannimarco of course.

I’ve always thought the emphasis on necromancy as some kind of ultimate power was silly because in Skyrim, I've never had much use for it. I've tried to play as a necro a few times just because, but it always ends up being inferior to regular conjuration, not least because you have to kill the first one yourself, and by the time you raise the one you killed, the fight with the others is already over. So I’m guessing the power is in the lore. Gotta use your imagination lol.

Mannimarco in those vault scenes seems to be positioning necromancy as innovations in warfare. Think undead drones. Remote control your troops with impunity, a self-sustaining supply of disposable minions once you kill the first few yourself, big-ass bone goliath tanks that can protect your casters, letting you free up the melee infantry to fight somewhere else, etc.

How about some others? Let’s see: raise the spirits of known spies and informants! now you don’t have to waste resources keeping imprisoned spies alive or torturing them, just call up their undead asses anytime you want and threaten them with a fate 'worse than death' if they don’t cough up the intel (we actually do that in a pact quest!). Or even better, call up those loyal dead that died before they could deliver their reports so you never have to worry about missing people ever again. And yeah massive potential for abuse here. Think kamikaze spies who go in knowing it’s a one-way trip. But then again people volunteering for suicide missions isn't exactly uncommon, this is just a short extension of that.

Some nasty use cases for sure, but what else is new? If it weren’t that, it'd be something else.

It already is something else. Daedra summoning is temporary enslavement of sentient or sapient beings just as much as soul binding is. It’s probably justified in-universe by saying 'oh they’re just daedra,' or 'oh, they're mindless anyway'. Sound familiar? Lol hypocrisy. The flame atronachs and scamps are depicted as like cat-level intelligence or something (which is absolutely up for debate), but those dremora are confirmed thinking beings on par with humans/mer. So all us conjurors are basically enslaving extra-dimensional aliens to do our bidding and that’s ok, but it's not ok to enslave Aedric souls because we are Special. Now THAT sounds familiar.

Vanus is a master conjuror himself and VERY enthusiastic about it. In lore, his guild is responsible for normalizing daedra worship and summoning period. There’s a real nice nod to this too in eso: in the Alinor mages guild, there is an actual Daedric summoning circle right in the next room. In Alinor. Where the High Elves say daedra summoning is a death penalty offense. And Vanus just has that little room right there (to the right of the entrance) in his publically accessible guild. Good boy Vanny. With all that, is it any wonder that Mannimarco would think Vanus was open to his take on things? Poor him lol.

And another thing:

Given the Psijics open cavorting with both aedra and daedra and their religious views that they are not actually separate beings, it's a fair assumption that Vanus himself properly worships/aligns himself with a few daedra a’ la Iachesis with nocturnal (that certainly was an ... Interesting choice for him btw. why her specifically?).

We hear him mention Stendarr a lot in the mq. Makes sense for a do-gooder type like himself, but not a whole lot for an open conjurer of the hated daedra (unless his deal with stendarr is more for the mercy bit than the daedra-hate. think self-forgiveness for being a fuckup?) . He mentions syrabane in the vault, whom the Psijics as a whole seem to have a thing for (forgot what he does though ).

Gotta wonder who else he pays homage to when his friends aren’t looking. Clavicus vile, for the social grace he lacks? Boethia and/or Mephala, for the strength, cunning, and pure ballsyness he needs to keep his guild-empire running throughout Tamriel? Molag bal, as a reminder of how far he's come in life and what he's willing to suffer to succeed? Now that would be something...

#tes #eso #musings #tes headcanon #vanus galerion #mannimarco #daedra worship #psijic order #necromancy #conjuration #notes #mine

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fairyhaven13 · 4 years

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It’s been a super busy week, but I finally got around to finishing the next picture in my character lineup for the FNAF Silent Hill AU described here. This one features Funtime Foxy--who Lia calls “Looksy” as a pun on “Foxy Loxy”--and Puppet. Who is just Puppet because she doesn’t see the point nicknames. Not for lack of trying on Lia’s part, though. I was really looking forward to doing up Looksy’s design because Funtime Foxy is a special boy and he knows it. Although, if you saw the previous picture, you might notice that I forgot his little whisker spots--I remembered them here.

The short summary, as usual, is that when Lia befriended Puppet in Simulator, she just went with it. When Funtime Freddy got ejected from Ennard later, Puppet went with that, too, and kept Funtime Foxy alive long enough to get him a body. Now they’re just kind of both along for the ride. The longer summary is under the cut.

Puppet remembers. She is the keeper, the seer of remnant and all the threads that remnant leads to.

She remembers being Charlie, decades ago. Back when her dad was happy. She remembers being friends with Cassidy and thinking that Michael was a jerk. She remembers Michael’s brother.

She remembers the other Charlie, too. (From Silver Eyes) Their remnant is connected, in spite of being from different realities. That Charlie was a robot. That Charlie knew a Michael who didn’t have a brother, and who became Golden Freddy instead of Cassidy, and who left Elizabeth behind to be jealous.

The remnant is torn, tangled, confused. Cassidy, her Cassidy, who died on the same night that this Charlie became Puppet--this Cassidy sees it, too. She was so angry when Michael’s brother, who no one remembers, died. When Michael and William killed him. Cassidy felt the boy die in fear, and took his fears and shoved them into Michael’s head--and then felt the other Michael, the one who was also Golden Freddy, and they were connected after that. Through the nightmares, through the scooping, through the ages. Puppet watched it happen, and watched as Michael’s connection to the other Michael, the brotherless Michael, the Golden Freddy Michael, made him forget what he did.

Puppet was angry about that at first, too, but the only way to fix it was to untangle Michael’s remnant. She worked for years to free her friends from William’s grasp, and she did the same for Michael’s memory. Subconsciously, he still seemed to remember, since he was so desperate to stop his father and make up for his own sins. But, he didn’t remember why he was so desperate. It made Puppet ache. Puppet remembered. She always remembered, when everyone else forgot.

Then Lia came along, and her remnant was tangled, too, tied to Funtime Freddy’s. She treated Puppet like a person, pulled her out of Lefty--which she understood was her dad trying to help her, but was still upsetting--and fixed her up with a new button and a new hat. Lia let her protect the kids who ate there during the day, and trusted her more than Michael, who couldn’t even remember why he didn’t trust her. Did he even remember her as Charlie, all those years ago?

Lia tried to come up with a nickname for her, but she didn’t see the point. “What about Mary for Marionette?”

“I’m a Puppet.”

“Okay, well, how about Poppet, or--”

“I’m a Puppet.”

“...Okay then.”

Puppet has this sort of attitude about most things. She is her, and she remembers it all, so who else should she be? It’s Michael who needs to remember, and Molten Freddy is just a tangled mess, and Baby doesn’t even know who she wants to be. Baby tries to mock her for how (in this reality) her dad built her and used her as the new Charlie, before William refurbished her as Circus Baby, before Baby became Elizabeth. But, Puppet remembers being Charlie, and she is her now, so why should she care? She is who she is, and who she needs to be.

It’s how it is in Silent Hill, too. The fire has passed, everyone else is trying to find their place in life, and Puppet is Puppet. Funtime Freddy (Funny, Lia keeps calling him) wants to save his friends by mixing their remnant with the others, which actually ends up untangling Lia a bit. Puppet holds onto Funtime Foxy’s (Lia calls him Looksy) remnant until they can get a suitable monster body for him. Once he’s awake, Puppet watches over him, to make sure he remembers how to be alive, and doesn’t become like the other children she wanted to help.

Looksy is... very enthusiastic. About everything. He acts like it’s all a musical and compares every action to a stage cue. Funny, Lia, and Honey love it, though, and it makes Puppet happy to see them happy. They get into a lot of trouble and Michael is tired of their pranks, but Puppet is pleased, because children pull pranks, and it is good that they have not completely forgotten their childhoods.

The others, the other children, the ones who now inhabit Silent Hill, are like animals. Not her. Puppet is Puppet. Puppet remembers.

She isn’t sure why telling Baby this is so monumental to her, but it ends up making Bay’s twin remnant threads finally intertwine into one, which is good. When the others are so focused on the Ennard escapade that they loose focus, she is the one who reminds them of William, of the one who cut and tangled all of their threads. Michael considers himself the leader, but Puppet is the watcher, the caretaker, she is the one who guides them to their goal. To Cassidy.

Cassidy has let her remnant rot, and Puppet would otherwise be the one to try to salvage it, but Michael is there. Michael does not remember. He talks with Cassidy, who eventually lets them into her pocket dimension to rescue William, and in there are the nightmares that Michael has forgotten. Then he remembers, and his remnant snaps taught, and his brother is out there, somewhere, but that must wait.

Puppet helps Cassidy tether William’s remnant to the Plushtrap doll before she fades away. Then Cassidy is free, and that’s good. But, so is Vanny, and that’s not. Puppet will not allow another William to be created. Puppet will not allow so many other children’s remnants to be snipped, tangled, and rotted. With William’s remnant in Plushtrap, they have a thread connected to his body, which is merged with Vanny. With this connection, Puppet will haunt her dreams.

Puppet remembers. Puppet sees all the remnant still lost and tangled in this city, and it must be addressed, and he is out there, the last Afton child, but he must wait. Puppet cannot allow more remnant to be trapped here on top of what already is. She is who she needs to be.

#fnaf #au #silent hill #five nights at freddy's #puppet #funtime freddy #security puppet #marionette #charlie #charlotte emily #looksy #puppet knows what she's doing #looksy is just happy to be there

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labyrinthofleah · 7 years

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"I'd like to ask for Leah's hand in marriage" ~ Sainty G

@thetenacioustoastee

[also, hi, @josiesparklelove]

Lupin looked up from where he was scrutinizing a tear in his favorite cape, raising an eyebrow. “That’s great, but why are you--”

The reactions of the others in the sitting room were not so similarly composed. Impey gasped and started to cry, Victor blushed, and Van Helsing tried and failed to hide the fact that he’d choked on a mouthful of tea.

Leah, standing next to Saint-Germain, buried her face in her hands.

“Wh-what?!” Delly cried out from where he had been rubbing Sisi’s belly on the floor. “Leah, you’re marrying the Count?”

Josie sighed from where she stood next to the window. “Young Highness, it’s my duty and honor as the last remaining member of your Royal Guard to ensure you are properly learned in the ways of the world. I see now that I have failed. Maybe I’ve been focusing too much on combat training...?”

Victor laughed awkwardly. “Well, Delly’s still young, I’m sure he’ll learn about romance in his own time when he gets older.”

“Leeeaaahhh!!” Impey wailed, his voice muffled from where he was burying his face in an embroidered throw cushion. “Why??? Why didn’t you wait for me?!?!”

Van Helsing’s coughing finally subsided. Rubbing at his temple, he muttered, “Impey, you’re too loud. Let Lupin have his say.”

Saint-Germain had been smiling serenely the whole time, and when he finally spoke again his voice was laced with mirth. “My my, I had thought my feelings for Leah were quite clear by now, and hers for me. Is it truly such a shock that we wish to now live as husband and wife? Or... could it be that you all disapprove?”

Leah lowered her hands from her face, noticing the slight uncertain lilt of Saint-Germain’s question. Of course he would want their approval. Even though we met through strange circumstances, by now we’re all practically family.

She reached out and took his hand. Lupin’s gaze flicked to their interlocked fingers, then back to their faces. He must have realized how nervous they were, because he finally smiled wryly and put aside his cape. “You’ve got it all wrong, Count; I don’t disapprove, far from it, and I don’t think anyone else here does either.”

Victor nodded, his eyes warm. “Lupin’s right. I have no complaints as long as you two are happy.”

Van Helsing grunted, taking another sip of his tea. “You just barged in here all of a sudden and sprang this on us with no warning, that’s all.”

Delly looked over at Impey, who was still sobbing into the cushion. He looked uncertain as to whether he should comfort or scold the engineer, and finally settled for: “Hey, come on... stop crying. Can’t you be happy for them? You’re making them nervous.”

"His Young Highness is right, Impey. I’m sure there’s someone out there... or really close by... who would be more than happy to help cheer you up.” Josie sidled up to him, the picture of concern.

Impey continued to bawl. Delly shook his head. “It’s no good. He’s so clueless.”

“Anyway,” Lupin said, “what I actually want to know is, why ask me? I mean, it’s pretty obvious by now that I’m not Leah’s father... although, uh, asking him directly isn’t really an option anymore either...”

Saint-Germain nodded. “True, and that’s precisely why I saw fit to ask you in his stead. Not just you, Lupin, but everyone here. I suppose I’m not asking for your permission as much as your blessing... Yes, that’s it. Please give us your blessing to wed.”

Then the count bowed his head to them.

A brief silence fell at the uncharacteristic gesture; even Impey’s sobs had stopped.

Lupin suddenly started laughing, and Saint-Germain looked up. “Ahaha! How could we say no after that, even if we wanted to? You two lovebirds don’t have to worry. I, Papa Lupin, will give Leah over to your care with my blessing.”

“’Papa’?” Van Helsing grimaced, then let out an ‘oof’ as Leah squealed and gave him an enthusiastic hug, dislodging his glasses in the process. She then ran around doing the same for everyone else.

“Thank you, everyone.” Relief rang out clearly in Saint-Germain’s voice. “I promise I shall make Leah happy.”

“Tell that to her, not us.” Lupin grinned at him as he returned Leah’s grateful embrace. “Now! With that done, you’ll be busy planning the wedding, won’t you?”

“That’s right!” Victor smiled happily. “Be sure to ask us if you need any help.”

“Not me!” Impey sniffled as Leah gently extracted herself from his clinging hug. “I’m already giving you my permission, there’s nothing else you can ask of me after this!”

“...I’m sure even Impey will change his mind after he, ah, calms down,” the alchemist added with a laugh and a shrug.

“But while we’re on the subject of wedding planning and metaphorical fathers,” Josie pointed out, a sly twist to her lips, “who will be giving away the bride?”

The men in the room suddenly stiffened, narrowing their eyes at each other. Leah threw the ex-vampire knight an exasperated look, which she returned with an innocent stare.

“ME!” Impey burst out, his tears a thing of the past. “You gotta pick me, Leah!”

“Please.” Van Helsing adjusted his glasses. “Planning a wedding is enough of a headache on its own without adding another hassle to the mix.”

“Are you saying you’d do a better job, Vanny? Huh?!”

“Hmph. I know I could, now that you mention it. I, at least, am used to keeping my head under pressure.”

A determined glint came into Van Helsing’s eyes, which wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. But then a beam of sunlight streaming through the window fell across Victor’s glasses, casting an alarming glare on them.

“What Leah truly needs is someone who will be a soothing, supporting presence beside her,” he said, smiling widely. “Plus, I happen to know a good recipe for a potion to relax the nerves...”

“As the one who rescued her from that old house in the first place, I say I get dibs,” Lupin declared firmly. “Right, Leah?”

Leah had returned to Saint-Germain’s side. “I think that’s our cue to go, dear!”

“I quite agree with you, my love,” he said cheerfully, tucking her hand snugly under his arm. “Well then, have a pleasant afternoon, everyone. We shall see you at dinner.”

They left practically unnoticed thanks to all the bickering. The last words Leah heard before shutting the door behind them were from Josie: “At least I can be pretty certain about being her Maid of Honor... Say, Impey, how about you be the Best Man?”

#fic #drabble #josiesparklelove #thetenacioustoastee

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