#Sam guevenne

[angiemaniac]

TES Summer Fest - August 10th: Bloom - @tes-summer-fest

One of my favorite underrated Princes! I'm a little late to the party, but here's a quick gif of Sam Guevenne to Sanguine!

Yes, I did a little redesign of the prince~!

[nauteno]

🌹(TES:V)

[ego-osbourne]

Sam Guevenne (Revamp)

I am addicted to remasters

He’s just. So cute to me. Went into this hoping I could make him sleek and unique without complete and total blorbificaiton (I cannot and will not defend his Prince design in that regard). General art woes under the cut + the base bc I thought the pose was cute <33

Tbh making remasters of the Masquerade one by one has been very fun. I know I keep doing it but I think remasters are a nice way to showcase improvement and progression aside from what only technical artstyle improvements can do. Also, I just like doing redesigns. So I’ll probably keep doing them lol.

Not sure which of the Masq will be next on the roster. Ego needs an established set of armor, Rakell needs some casual clothes, I need to showcase Serana’s hood but also would like to give her a new hairstyle, I need to find a way to make Miraak’s mask easier to draw maybe?? And Sanguine needs actual clothes in his Prince form, I still haven’t decided on a set outfit for him yet.

But before I do that (I think, maybe) I will have a commission to post, a secret santa, and the end of the year wrapups that I usually do. Then an art trade and probably advertise commissions again after that

But, as promised, here’s the base :]

[kittygero]

this is hawk and tuah

[bforblitz]

look at this fucking idiot I finally got around to drawing him again

[linda-likes-to-draw]

Sammy compilation! for @ego-osbourne hehe

Featuring his Sanguine/Sam Guevenne, his oc Ego, and Erandur!

Finally got around to finish this xD really happy of how it turned out! Hope you all like it!

[feykrorovaan]

Game devs: And now without further ado, this year's global reveal trailer.

A shadow rises over what appears to be Cyrodiil, our three alliance heroes look over the landscape- *record scratch*

Sanguine walks in front of the trailer screen

Hey hi, Sam Guevenne here, better known as Sanguine. I bet you guys all thought this was going to be about beef between the Daedric princes again but *pulls out a remote and fast forwards to his reveal in the trailer* no, it's actually about this guy! *Circles himself in red marker*. Your oooold drinking buddy. Well, I will be in about two eras when you play as the Dragonborn in Skyrim. You know, the game that just keeps being released? Anyway...thought you all use a break from the fighting and dying and plots...come here. Sit down. And have a drink...

[noah-moth-cursed-chaos]

The drabble where Ji'Ren gets into a drunk argument with his crush and hate fucks a deadra, the deadra hate fucking is implied but anyway

Ji'Ren had been horribly stressed. Between the College and the general public constantly needing his help, as if they were incapable of running their own errands, he felt stretched thin and exhausted. So when Nazir had suggested the two of them to get some drinks, he'd been quite eager.

Windpeak Inn wasn't the most impressive place to spend an evening, but it was nice enough, and the mead was good. Especially now that Vaermina's influence on the town was gone.

Him and Nazir were exchanging stories, sipping their drinks, when Ji'Ren heard a startlingly familiar voice.

"Well, I don't think I've seen you since our little drinking contest." Ji'Ren snapped his head around to see...

What in Oblivion was Sanguine doing here? Well. 'Sam Guevenne', since he was appearing as a mortal. Either way...

"Ji'Ren believed we no longer had any business." Ji'Ren watched him walk over and sit next to him, not bothering to ask first. Not that anyone was sitting there, but maybe Ji'Ren would prefer to be slightly farther away from a deadric prince. Not that Sanguine seemed as... Malicious as some, but still.

"No business? After the gift I gave you?" Sam did a great job of looking hurt, "I thought it was quite suited to your talents."

"... Is it a gift if this one won it?"

"Ji'Ren, who is this?" Nazir was practically glaring daggers at Sam.

"... An old acquaintance." Ji'Ren stated, Sam scoffed.

"I thought we were closer than that!" No he didn't. He was just being a dick... Maybe. Ji'Ren didn't know for sure, but at least while sober he didn't recall being particularly friendly with him. "And who are you to him? A lover, maybe?"

"I-"

"He is a dear friend." Ji'Ren cut Nazir off, glaring at Sam, "What are you doing here, truly?"

"Is it not enough that I wanted to see your face again?" Sam pouted, "Come on, you know you had fun the last time we saw each other." Fun wasn't the exact way Ji'Ren would describe it. Maybe creating the mess had been fun, but all he remembered was having to clean it. It... Had however been a good lesson on why not to get blackout drunk. He didn't intend to marry a hagraven again.

He gave Sam a blank stare.

"... Well, if you insist, a little birdie told me you've been feeling tense, I thought maybe I could help... Alleviate some stress." He had a toothy grin, and Ji'Ren glanced back at Nazir to see a shocking amount of rage on the assassin's face.

"Ji'Ren is not interested in whatever you are alluring to." Ji'Ren stated, "He came here to spend time with a friend, not. For any of your shenanigans."

"Shenanigans? RenRen you wound me." Ji'Ren didn't know what made him think he had a right to call him a nickname. Sam went to place a hand on his shoulder, and before he could even move-

Nazir had a crushing grip on Sam's wrist. He was out of his seat, "He said he's not interested." His voice was low, angry. For a brief moment panic gripped Ji'Ren's heart as he wondered if a fight may break out. "He already has someone to help him handle the stress he's under, and he actually wants me around." Ji'Ren stared at Nazir, caught off guard by the fact that if he didn't know better, well, this would seem like much more than friendly protectiveness.

Sam stared at Nazir for a moment before, "Alright, I clearly crossed a line. My apologies." There was silence for a moment before, "If you let go of my arm I can leave, you know."

Nazir released him, and he got up, shaking his wrist, "You should use my gift more, dragonborn. You may find it suits you." He said to Ji'Ren, before leaving the building.

Nazir still looked pissed. Ji'Ren wasn't sure why this bothered him so much...

"Nazir." He placed a hand on the assassin's arm, "He is gone. Thank you."

Nazir's face softened ever so slightly turning back to Ji'Ren, "How do you know him?" He asked.

"... This one beat him in a drinking contest for a staff, Ji'Ren got. Admittedly too drunk, and ended up in quite a mess the next day." He explained, deciding to leave out the details, and leave out that Sam was actually a deadric prince.

"So that's the 'gift' he was talking about?" Nazir sat back down, taking a sip of his drink.

"Yes, it was." Ji'Ren said, "This one will admit, he is unsure why Sam chose to show up now."

"To flirt apparently." Nazir scoffed, Ji'Ren held back a comment on how that seemed to annoy Nazir more than it did him. Not that Ji'Ren wanted to be flirted with by Sanguine, but Nazir was practically seeing red about it for whatever reason.

"Well, he would not have gotten anywhere with it." Ji'Ren replied, taking a large sip of his mead. He needed to be far less sober to be normal about this bizarrely jealousy like display from Nazir.

They stayed for a few more drinks, Ji'Ren ended up decently drunk and... Nazir was... Significantly more intoxicated, but not everyone can have dragonborn levels of alcohol tolerance.

As they walked outside, mildly emboldened to be a little shit by the liquid courage in his system, Ji'Ren turned to his companion with a smirk, "If this one did not know better, he would have assumed you were jealous earlier."

"Jealous?"

"Of Sam." What he hadn't expected was the way that made Nazir pause, and almost study him, before:

"And what if I was?"

Ji'Ren stared at him for a minute. What game was he playing? What in Oblivion did he mean?

"... You would have no right to be." He didn't mean for his voice to sound so cold, but this bothered him. He was jealous? He was jealous over what? Ji'Ren was not his. He did not want Ji'Ren to be his. So what did he have to be jealous over?

"... I have more reason than you'd think-"

"No you do not. You are not romantically involved with Ji'Ren, you do not want to be, you have no influence over his love life." It came out as a growl, Nazir seemed shocked at the hostility.

"Ji'Ren, if you'll let me talk-"

"No! Why should this one? Do not act like you should have any right to be jealous, like you have any right to have an opinion on these matters! You do not own Ji'Ren."

"I never said I did, of course I don't." He was on the defensive now, not that Ji'Ren really cared.

"Jealous! Of what?! The fact that if people are interested in Ji'Ren he may not be hung up on you forever?!" Ji'Ren froze on his own words, it had just slipped out, he knew he'd hate himself for it in the morning. Hell he'd probably hate himself for this entire outburst in the morning. Maybe if he went back to the Inn and drank enough he could forget it, maybe he would get lucky and Nazir would as well. Maybe Ji'Ren didn't just possibly ruin a friendship over ridiculous anger over alcohol induced words.

Nazir went silent, staring at him.

"... Ji'Ren is going back to the inn." To drink more or just to go to sleep he wasn't sure. Maybe just to get away from this.

"You could stay at the sanctuary tonight-"

"No." Ji'Ren snapped, that was the last place he wanted to be. He tried to ignore how hurt Nazir looked.

"... Okay." Nazir looked like he had more to say, but Ji'Ren turned and stormed off before he could. He didn't want to hear it.

When he entered the Inn again, 'Sam' was back. Ji'Ren had half a mind to just walk over and punch him. He was mad, he was upset, what was supposed to be a night to relax had turned into this instead and it was large in part that asshole's fault.

Sam shot him a cocky grin and gestured to the empty seat next to him.

There was an unopened bottle of mead sitting there.

"Figured you might need it, seems like your 'good friend' is more suited to causing stress than helping with it, huh?"

"... Do not act like you are this one's friend."

"Aren't we, though?" Sam sipped his own drink, pausing before, "It's from the bar, not my brew, you have my word."

Ji'Ren wasn't sure if Sanguine's word was worth so much, but he sat in the chair and grabbed the bottle anyway.

He was already fucking up his life tonight, why not continue? Sit down and drink and have a chat with the prince of debauchery.

It'd piss off Nazir if he was still here. And Ji'Ren was still livid over that 'what if I was?'

He could be jealous.

He chugged probably half the bottle and sat there for a moment, too many thoughts and emotions to actually consider what he might want to discuss with Sam. If Sam wanted to talk, and wasn't just here to gloat over ruining Ji'Ren's night.

"... For the record, Ji'Ren usually finds Nazir quite relaxing to be around." He wasn't sure why he was defending someone he was pissed at to someone who probably didn't actually care.

"Usually." Sam hummed, "... You know, my offer is still open."

"Sorry?"

"I could help you forget your troubles for a night." Sam was looking him up and down, not like the night they'd met, not like he was looking at him earlier either. There was something more... hungry in his eyes, and Ji'Ren would be a fool not to know exactly what he meant by that. "Say the word and I'm yours, dragonborn."

It was a terrible idea.

...

Screw it.

[ego-osbourne]

Last Doodle Haul for a while :]

School year is coming to a close for me. I usually am only able to draw in one class, and we just had our last class before finals. So, regular-ish paper doodles won’t be back until after summer possibly!

Caspian, Sam Guevenne, and Glarthir profiles <3 was trying a tiny revamp of Glarthir but eh, I’m not super in love with it. Nothing too crazy besides that

[liches-covered-in-lich]

@ego-osbourne

A Night To Remember

[kittygero]

Im your biggest fan

[bforblitz]

made something quick after seeing this

[slashingdisneypasta]

here ya go, some of my favorite daedra. there's more but I like these ones (and hircine) the most. 5 and 6 pictures are the same guy. 7 and 8 are also technically the same guy but that's a whole ass long story-

in order:

Hermaeus Mora: god of knowledge and fate

Mehrunes Dagon: god of destruction

Molag Bal: god of domination and vampires (and uh... "violation")

Namira: goddess of rot, cannibalism and gross things in general

Sam Guevenne aka Sanguine: god of alcoholism, debauchery and pretty much all things fun

Jyggalagg: god of order

and his "other half", Sheogorath: god of madness

... 'violation', huh? XD Strike me intrigued XD I also like the sound of Namira and I do love a man with a white beard- so- I am lookin at that last guy XDD

[feykrorovaan]

Sheo and Sanguine are just waiting in the wings for their own dlc, sipping drinks with stunner shades on.

Happy, moisturized and staying in their lane while everyone else plots and fights over Nirn.

[ashyam-xivilai]

@greaterthan-colon-3

TES Summer Fest - August 10th: Bloom - @tes-summer-fest

One of my favorite underrated Princes! I'm a little late to the party, but here's a quick gif of Sam Guevenne to Sanguine!

Yes, I did a little redesign of the prince~!

[scribeofskyrim]

Loredas, 18th of Heartsfire, 4E 201

Divines, I need to focus.

We’re on the road south of Dawnstar, on our way to Windhelm, in a half-ruined fort called Fort Fellhammer and the mines it guards.

I realized that I don’t like to work on the house too long. I get a bit bored going back and forth between the anvil and the supply chests and the workbenches, and I keep running out of lumber, too.

I took one look at the spot where there used to be lumber, and said, “Let’s go look for my fiance/e.”

The others were surprised, and asked why I decided to stop work on the house. Truth be told, part of it was because I didn’t feel like running back and forth to the mill again. But also… It’s been in the back of my mind since I woke up at the Winking Skeever with that mystery makeup smudge on my face. It was distracting, and that Sam guy still owes me a staff.

Besides, I need to set the record straight with whoever I got engaged to. I know I’d feel terrible if someone proposed to me and forgot about it!

So we geared up, filled our waterskins and set off for Morvunskar to try and find Sam Guevenne.

The most direct route is towards Dawnstar, down through the mountains, then over towards Windhelm. We had a quiet trip to Dawnstar, unless you count the couple headed towards Solitude for Vittoria’s wedding. We heard their bickering before we saw them! I felt so bad for the Imperial guard they had escorting them.

We stopped in Dawnstar to warm up (is it ever not bitterly cold in Dawnstar???) and so that Erandur could see how the people were doing.

A week of actual sleep has really improved the town’s mood! We checked in with Jarl Skald, and he was arguing with his housecarl about giving more troops to the rebellion. He’s convinced that Talos is on their side, and that throwing bodies at the fight is the answer.

I don’t know if I agree with that, but Erandur just nodded and said that he would offer some prayers.

For who, he didn’t say.

On the way out of the hall a courier walked up. He had an invite for us from Silus Vesuius about a museum opening in Dawnstar centered on the Order of the Mythic Dawn. Erandur rolled his eyes and scoffed. Another dead cult – Just what Dawnstar needs.

I might give it a look when we get back.

We walked down to the docks to the big boat moored there. I know some can be hired, so I asked Captain Wayfinder - he looks younger than me!- if he was going to Windhelm. He said he can’t go anywhere until he gets the order of fine-cut void salts that his drunken crew misplaced. He said he’d pay me well if I retrieved them, and marked the location of the cave where they’d been lost on the map.

Lucky for us, it’s on the way to Windhelm!

We stopped at the inn to warm up and resupply, but on the way out the same little boy that had nearly been eaten by the dragon burst in and slammed into me!

He apologized, but stepped back when he recognized me. He looked a bit scared, but relaxed when Erandur greeted him by name.

His name is Alesan, and he makes money by running food and supplies back and forth to the miners. I asked after his parents, and he sadly explained that he didn’t have any. His father had been a sailor. Alesan went with him on his last trip, but the man got sick, so the other sailors dropped the two off in Dawnstar and left. Before I could say anything else, he was called to the bar to pick up another bundle of goods for the mines.

Erandur sighed as the boy rushed back out of the inn. He explained that Alesan’s been fending for himself ever since his father died. Erandur had been called in to try and heal the man, but by the time he got there, it was time to perform last rites. He’d offered to set Alesan up with a proper bed at the shrine in Nightcaller Temple, but the boy had refused. He was determined to take care of himself, and found himself a job almost right away.

Erandur said he helps Alesan whenever he can, but the boy refuses charity, for the most part. He gestured to a small blanket, neatly folded by the fire. “That’s where the boy sleeps,” he said. He looked sadder than he did in Nightcaller Temple, surrounded by the bodies of people he'd once called friends, and Valdimar put a hand on his shoulder.

I noticed that the blanket was the same warm yellow as Erandur’s priest robes.

We all looked at each other, and I slipped a few Septims into the folds of the blanket before we left.

I can’t get the thought of that poor kid out of my head. I mean, good for him taking care of himself, but that’s hard enough to do in a bustling city like the Capitol, with lots of food stalls to swipe from and rich people wanting to make themselves look good by throwing coins at beggars. He’s out here in the middle of nowhere, in the cold and ice!

They really do grow them different here in Skyrim.

We set off through the mountain pass, and it wasn’t long before we started to freeze again. Erandur said he knew of a small, abandoned keep nearby that once guarded a mine: Fort Fellhammer. The plan was to stop in quickly just to warm up, so we veered off the main road and walked through the gate.

Erandur apologized immediately. The fort was abandoned last he knew. It was quiet when we first walked in, but the bandits that used to be on guard duty outside popped out when they heard us.

It wasn’t a hard fight, and there were two doors to choose from. One went down into the mine, and the other into the keep.

I figured there would be less people in the mine, so I picked the lock and we went in. Valdimar commented on that, actually. He’d seen how badly my hands were shaking, and was surprised that it only took me three tries to open it.

Lydia came in last, and shut the door behind us. I heard her whisper to Valdimar, “That’s a tough lock.”

I don’t think she realizes how much louder her helmet makes her voice.

So down we went, and took out about half a dozen bandits in the tunnels below. It was hard fighting in such close quarters, but we did get a fair amount of loot off of them, and I took the time to mine all the iron I could!

After all, I still have a house to finish.

We left the mine and warmed up by the smelter before going up top to the other door. I was expecting even more bandits, but there were only two rooms and their leader up there.

Even though it’s not very late, the weather has gotten worse, so we’re going to stay here for the night.

I don’t know if any more bandits are going to show up, so we’re going to do a watch rotation. Besides, there’s only three beds.

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First watch is mine, as usual, and I can’t help but think of Alesan. The storm is terrible, and I know it’s even colder in Dawnstar, what with the sea wind coming right into town like it does. He should be safe and warm enough at the inn at this hour, and that blanket is thick, but it won’t do much against the stone floor.

I know I left him enough to get some food, at least.

Damn it. I need to make some space for him at one of the houses once I get this whole fiance/e thing cleared up. Who knows? Maybe I’ll actually like the person when I’m sober and they can take care of him?

That’s a plan. Maybe not a good plan, but it’s something.

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