#fic: sanguine

[effelants]

Sanguine

is a loosely canonical chronicle of the events of Dragon Age: Origins with an F!Amell/Alistair pairing featuring a canonically impossible Warden, which results in some familiar situations resolved in unfamiliar ways.

It is fully pre-written (by myself, over the course of the past seven years) and fully illustrated (by the exceptional @vjatoch), and is being published in a serial format with weekly updates.

CHAPTER 10

in which Alistair has a realization about his fellow Warden that might make things a bit uncomfortable going forward.

Read chapter 10 on AO3!

(Yes, it’s technically chapter 12 on AO3 because chapters 1 and 8 are covers… but don’t mind that!)

Start from the beginning!

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[naffeclipse]

Instead of a raging insomniac, what about Sun and Moon handling a Y/N who is a furious narcoleptic? It would involve Sun coaxing Y/N to stay awake because yikes, even Moon agrees that it's a problem to sit down for one second at the security desk and immediately slump over into a dead sleep.

[chiropteracupola]

in the mood for a modern au. banishing them to Community Theatre.

[kittylittersmoothie]

oh. yeah. the sanguine softshell.

(sanguine: ¹blood-red ²optimistic despite struggles)

[236, 238[

(a very special thank-you to @So1arEc1ipse for the constructive criticism!)

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

question for the vampire... astarion, my love, what the everloving FUCK was that

[madam-whim]

You know what Martin Septim says when you talk to him about his past as a Sanguine cultist? 

“We threw ourselves into the riddles of daedric magic. We hungered for forbidden secrets. Knowledge and power were our gods.”

This. This is what he says. And now that I think about it, it’s just pure luck that Sanguine was the prince he stumbled upon, because with Martin’s original goals in mind, things could have been a lot worse. What if it had been Hermaeus Mora instead? Or Mehrunes Dagon himself? Both are more in line with what Martin originally wanted.

Would Martin have ended up as one of those poor souls forever lost in Apocrypha? Would old Hermaeus have seen him and decided to create a Dragonborn collection?

Or would he have been with the Mythic Dawn, perhaps, with Mehrunes Dagon probably knowing exactly who he was?

I really don’t know, but wow, Tamriel would have been doomed.

[ghostly-bastard-artchive]

Eheh, space au go brrr

[scene from my fic 'Sanguine such as Celestial Spirits May Bleed', on AO3]

[ashamedbliss]

Sun, Sea, and Sanguine Arts by ashamedbliss on AO3

Bloodweave, M, Chapter 14/? out now!

Fic summary:

After a year spent in seclusion, former professor Gale Dekarios is convinced by his tressym to travel to Ioma. Not just to research the magical crystals there, mind, but to pick himself back up following a string of failures. Suddenly freed by the death of his master Cazador, Astarion has fled as far as possible from Baldur’s Gate to seek solace for the first time in two hundred years, armed with nothing more than a broken sunwalking ring. At a romantic seaside getaway, the last thing either of them expect to find is love.

Chapter 14 Summary:

Gale's latest discovery about the Iomic crystal might just be his most ground-breaking of all.

[effelants]

Sanguine

is a loosely canonical chronicle of the events of Dragon Age: Origins with an F!Amell/Alistair pairing featuring a canon-bending Warden, which results in some familiar situations resolved in unfamiliar ways.

It is fully pre-written (by myself, over the course of the past seven years) and fully illustrated (by the exceptional @vjatoch), and is being published in a serial format with weekly updates.

CHAPTER 11

in which the group is surprised by an attack in the night.

Read chapter 11 on AO3!

(Yes, it’s technically chapter 14 on AO3 because chapters 1, 8, and 13 are covers… but don’t mind that!)

Start from the beginning!

Sign up for the tag list by commenting below to get tagged on weekly update posts on tumblr! Alternatively, you can follow the tag #ssfp sanguine!

Ping List:

❀ @warpedlegacy @rakshadow @rosella-writes @bluewren @breninarthur

❀ @ar-lath-ma-cully @dreadfutures @ir0n-angel @inquisimer @crackinglamb

❀ @theluckywizard @oxygenforthewicked @exalted-dawn-drabbles @melisusthewee @blarrghe

❀ @agentkatie @delicatefade @leggywillow @plisuu @hekaerges

❀ @skinwalkingxana @queenaeducan @raflesia65 @gflscer

[hear-feel-think]

FFXIVWrite2024 | #20 - Duel

Rating: T

Sometimes, being a romantic in a city full of pirates is hazardous to your health.

—————

Leather Bridle stumbled backward into the street at daybreak, wearing only her skivvies and clutching her clothes to her chest in a hastily gathered bundle. “How was I supposed to know she was your girl?” she called to the angry woman in the doorframe.

“If ye’d spent any time in the Missing Member, ye’d know!” shouted the Sanguine Siren. “Next time maybe get to know folks afore ye go swannin’ off with someone ye’ve just met.”

Leather hopped on one foot, trying to pull her trousers on over her boots. “If you expect people to just know your girl’s off limits, you should give her a ring and get eternally bonded! Then maybe she wouldn’t be swannin’ off with people she’d just met!”

The pirate stomped out of the house and stopped right in front of Leather, poking her in the chest. “That’s the last straw, adventurer. Ye’ve violated my home, insulted me honour, and now ye’ve insulted me girl’s honour. We duel at dawn tomorrow. Choose yer weapon.”

Swallowing around the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat, Leather thought fast. The pirate was clearly a ranged fighter, the pistols on her hip made that abundantly clear. But Leather was much taller and stronger. In melee, she’d have the advantage. “Axes,” she said. The pirate was cocky, and drunk to boot. Letting Leather choose the weapon was a mistake she’d live to regret.

The next morning, in a field under a windmill on the La Noscean shore, the two women faced each other with marauders’ arms. The audience was small, each of them had brought a second and the pirate’s girlfriend was there with a friend of her own, to whom she clung nervously. The pirate’s second stood between the fighters, just off to one side. She held a handkerchief aloft and counted down the start. At the drop of the hanky, Leather let out a battle cry and charged for the Siren. She swung her axe, and the pirate blocked. The pirate attempted a riposte, but Leather’s axe moved through the air faster, and with a fluidity of movement the smaller woman couldn’t hope to gain. Leather levelled the axehead to the pirate’s chest and shoved, knocking her to the ground. The pirate scrambled to get up, but Leather planted her foot over her ribs and kept her pinned down. “Do you yield?” shouted Leather, holding the axe aloft.

The pirate coughed and spat out mud. “I yield,” she said through gritted teeth.

Leather lifted her foot and walked off the battlefield, axe slung over her back. She paused to lay a hand on the shoulder of the woman who started it all, who was visibly shaken and gasping for air as she clung to her friend. “I had fun,” said Leather, “but if you can’t be honest about your prior commitments I can never trust you.” She patted the woman’s shoulder and headed back to Limsa Lominsa.

[lyonface]

All Things End

Astarion x Tav | Sanguine Series | Fanfic by Lyonface

Summary:

On the final day of Leofric's stay in the city that had been their home for almost two decades, during a night of chasing the promise of fuzzy, warm relief from the pain of losing their wife, comes a sudden stranger who offers them company, and something else.

This is a sequel fic to That Sickening Feeling.

It is a part of the Sanguine Fic Series for Baldur's Gate 3.

[kittylittersmoothie]

Quotober #8:

"And— Donnie,” Raph added softly, “you're gonna mess up— you’re gonna make mistakes, you’re gonna have real bad days— and that's okay. What matters is tryin’ again, no matter what."

("Purple Patterns: a RotTMNT Fanfiction" on AO3

[tiptapricot]

(Suggestive/body part related content in preview)

And finally my second preview for @sanguinevampirezine’s ferociously fresh 18+ add on 👀 If you like robots, vampires, and semi-sexual body horror (and are 18 or older) check out the add on content! And if not, check out the rest of the fangtastic works the main zine has to offer!

I had sUch a delight making this piece and I’m sOOOO EXCITED to get to share it auGgh!!! Preorders are open, go grab a copy now!

[ID and transcript: a preview for a zine add on story. The text is stylized, imposed on a red background splattered with blood. It reads: Shuffle Off That Metal Coil, written by Michael H.

He cannot shake the thought once it has taken hold. It is so simple, so right. The vision of fresh mass swelling within him makes L57PA keen in rushes of binary and spiking heat, muffled in the safety of his own mind and the padded walls of a storage closet.

Could his wires pump with more than volts? Could they grow full and warm and squeeze against his gears? Could his servos stain his chassis red with the fresh pink strain of muscle? The images whirr through his mind at night, his exhaust ports blowing in overtime. (End of preview snippet.)

The zine’s info is visible at the top and bottom of the image, reading: Sanguine, An Original Vampire Zine. Pre-orders now open. October 13th to November 26th. /end ID]

[erotetica]

I usually think of tolkien elfs as socially androgynous bc. I’m tired BUT elfsogyny is interesting in 2 ways:

a) rule 63 maedhros/fingon au where where another way feanor is ‘heretical’ is he’s a bad girl-dad. Like. He married a freewheeling bra-burner & he lets his 7 daughters do whatever. Finwe doesn’t sign executive orders 2 let his other kids do whatever so for public favor/their political careers, the nolofinwions r living more conformist. Fingon’s introduction to princessing is gendered in a way she does not like. Haus Feanor, as always, likes to eat nettles for fun and profit so r63 maedhros is still just. A senator. Fingon thinks she’s soo feminist until she doesnt. It’s just The Rise and Fall of Girlboss Culture: the fic

b) rule 63 au where celegorm is the only daughter of feanor, is raised essentially as miriel 2, & bc following Orome is a masculine pursuit she is apprenticed to Vaire. Bc celegorm is the butch version of hannibal lecter all the time, and bc spiders also weave, she discovers an ungoliant cult in the avathar. Something something she helps Luthien escape from nargothrond. Something something she makes Luthien’s magic jacket Because They’re Friends, but she weaves dark magic into it because she like, can. Something something the spiders in nan dungortheb eat beren and luthien. Gender Roles Have Far-Reaching Bad Outcomes For Everyone: the fic

[cheeseandstrawberrytartlover]

Sanguine x Sheogorath, Sheogorath x Haskill

It is done

[ego-osbourne]

This is Way Too Stupid to post but I’m doing it anyway

The most prevalent characters in The Dez Illusion

Ego

Erandur

Hermaeus Mora

Serana

Sanguine

Ancano

Miraak