Syn/Syngeim

Sanguine reclines in her bed while wearing a matching set of white socks, sleeves, and top. Her legs are propped up to reveal a peek of white panties. Attached to her thigh are straps which hold a holstered weapon. She is peeking up from over her chest with a seductive gaze. Much of her room is red, and she is lit from behind from an obscured source I did say she was always armed, and thus promise kept that pretty pics continue, More lore will come in time too but I'm having fun taking my time to make it fancy shmancy, so you may have a tastefully threatening thirst pic for your saturyay ^^ Lyrics from "Sugar We're Going Down" by Fall Out Boy. I don't care if its another FOB song post, you'll take em and you'll like em! Would you believe I collect these lyrics in a doc, and this was the first one I had saved way back in January? How time flies, what a wild year its been :') Really couldn't tell if this should go on main or nsfw alt but nothing is reeaally being shown soooo enjoy~ ♥

I'm just a notch in your bedpost,
but you're just a line in a song~

#femroe : #gposers
#Sangposting

The flagship femroe, Sanguine Moon, sits with her back against a fence bearing her name in red text. The sun is shining brightly behind her casting a beam forward to the camera, illuminating her from behind. She is beauty, She is grace, She's gonna shoot you in the face. Sitting somewhere in the range of late-twenties, around seven feet tall, hair redder than Ifrit's arse and a personality twice as spicy, Sanguine looks deceptively sweet and simple. Her smile lights up a room and she is not afraid to break the silence laughing at her own jokes. She loves a good party, the freedom to roam and revel, and is happy to lead if nobody else is willing, and the more fun she has, the more of her you will see ;) But even the moon has a dark side. Behind her every bright smile sits a tongue that's said goodbye one too many times, She carries with her stories and secrets of those she's left behind as the fuel to push her forward. Her heart burns --literally, it /burns/-- with godly passion for her cause. If only she would tell someone what that is... Despite her knack for fashion, She is not afraid to don a suit of plate and charge headfirst into battle with a blade when need be, though with advancements in Garlean counteroffensive tech, she has since taken to the humble firearm, both for its range-of-use and ease-of-access in the scrap-soaked shores of The Pearls. More often than not though, one can find Sanguine roaming from city to city, playing socialite by day and vigilante by night, She's not quite good at 'blending in', so she's taken to standing out just enough to attract potential support for her battles. Though some say she's using it as an opportunity to drink her way towards fighting her own. Whichever it is, you can rest assured that it is indeed a gun under her skirt, but she is still very happy to see you regardless~ ♥

An open book with several papers, notes, coins, scribbles, and stains all across it, appearing to be a dossier of sorts for Sanguine, One page is ripped off, exposing a page behind with secret plans partially obscured with notes. On the sides of the book lay a folder and more scrap papers, as well as a quill with bright red ink on it. The text reads as follows: DEPLOYMENT REPORT: Sanguine Moon Age: Scribbled out in red, marked "28? 29? I don't know" Nameday: 6th AE 1555. exact date unknown Height: 7 Fulms A display of job icons with the text "Still can't heal" Notable Features: Pale pink skin (lightly burned), Pointed ears, Sharpened teeth, Deep red hair, Consistent blush, Bright smile, Often seen wearing black & red, if she's wearing anything at all.. Likely inebriated, Always armed, Very unpredictable mannerisms. History: Originally part of the a sect looking for new eastern routes to supply the Ala Mhigan Resistance through the Rothlyt Sound, Sanguine has been at the forefront of our operation across the entire region since The Battle at Bloodforge. Her unique ability to intake aetheric power without corruption to herself has supercharged her ability to fight in the worst of conditions, and her (REDACTED) is attributed to her influence from (REDACTED) allowing her enough foresight to maintain one step ahead of foes at any given moment. We are incredibly glad she is on our side. For the unintroduced; This is Sanguine! The main focus of the story, but not the only perspective telling it... Sanguine. Reports are coming in from the ears and eyes of The Steed that word of the (REDACTED) has been spreading. We require your efforts on both fronts to soften the impact towards the people of Eorzea. The others are already hard at work in the field, and your hand is the strongest we have. Tell our story, and tell it right. -V Written below: "♥ Won't let you down!" What could all this mean? What are those markings on the map?? What was on that ripped page???

An open scroll revealing a map of The Pearls, with large swaths marked in red ink displaying where Allagan lunar remnants have fallen. Several locations are marked with stars, many of which border the marked zones, Each spot being a designated camp for the operation, often no more than a reclaimed ruin or well-defended cave, but in a region lost to the elements, it's the best this group can get. Some regions, like Bloodforge, Spotlight, Warwheels, and Black Pearl Docks, all have slightly higher relevancy to the operation. Bloodforge is a unique site, rumored to be the source of Sanguine's power. Reports from intercepted garlean intelligence claim it is related to the exclusion zone directly north of it, and the foothills hold something special, only time will tell.. Warwheels operates as a semi-autonomous entity, a dubious arms factory using a terrible mix of aetheric energy and practical engineering creating a mechanical monstrosity of waterwheels and aetherflux furnaces straddling the rapids of the Yugr'am river, We don't ask questions, we just accept their help. The Spotlight is a defunct lighthouse retrofitted with garlean radio-tech in order to intercept incoming reports and attacks from the tip of Mazlaya. While the nerds there are strange, they seem to mean well! Black Pearl is the "economy" of the region, but is no more than a trading hub for local pirates, fishers, and outcasts.. right? On the left hidden behind a bloodstained dagger paperweight is a paper scrap that reads: "All maps and lore presented are works of fanfiction and do not represent actual gameplay experience of the creator nor are they lore accurate or official at all let me worldbuild in peace dammit" (Partially obscured at the end, but the meaning is there!) On the right is a note pressed into the map that reads: "Sanguine, This map will show you the latest findings of the nearby Aetheric Exclusion Zones surrounding the eastern shores, Travel wisely. (P.S. Come home, we miss you)"

Hello World, I'm Sanguine! ♥
I'm a gposer, artistic dweeb,
music lover, and proud #femroe!
Pleasure to meet you!~

Here you'll find XIV pics, edits, RP,
art reposts, occasionally rambles, etc.
Mostly just me and my OCs, likely up to no good.
Perhaps you would like to join me? ^^
Let's be friends!~ ♥

I think anyone that wants to make pictures with Sanguine will happily make the time. Me especially.

#femroe | #ff14 | #gposer | #gunbreaker

#femroe | #gposer | #ff14
with @mistakesofsalt.bsky.social

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#femroe | #gposer | #ff14

Sanguine sits in a strappy bikini on the front leg of a giant golden lion statue, her arm is raised above her head and her eyes closed as she basks in the moonlight. This is a very old WIP that I think eventually got redone and posted as one of my most successful poses (it was a butt pic so YEAH no wonder). This lion is in The Goblet housing district at the central pools, and was partially my way of testing some older shaders that are now somewhat different, hence why this may look more similar to my pics 4-5 months ago rather than 1-2 months ago. Anyway, for those who tolerated my rant, here's your reward, I gotta get used to posting pics that arent always entire fckn bangers, and sometimes just casual lil fun things. I swear i enjoy this hobby, its just the showing-it-to-others part i struggle with still, but I'll work on it! drink water and take care of yourselves~

Anyway, on a more positive note;

She~

#femroe | #gposer | #ff14

#femroe | #gposer | #ff14

I feel attacked haha 😅

Wanted to post something cuz it's been a while, but I haven't had the energy to gpose in forever. So have a very early gpose of Syn.

#femroe | #gposer | #ff14

over. For now she would return home, her feet firmly on the ground, for all the rest of the world just another person walking through life. They would never know her beyond what she let them see. They would never know the real her. The version of her that only existed in the freedom of the clouds.

shuddering breath and gripped the controls of her craft. Taking control of herself once again, she pushed the throttle forward and brought the stick back, levelling out to a normal cruising flight.

Maybe one day she'd let herself do more. Or maybe she'd let gravity win. Either way it would be

their prison as she allowed her sorrow it's brief freedom.

She never knew how long she actually let herself be like this, only that it was both long enough, and not. Enough to at least feel and release some of the pressure, but never enough to be rid of it.

Opening her eyes, she took one last

happiest moments.

She never let it out, never let the tears fall... except here. Here, where she was alone, where she was in control, and yet totally out of control.

Her breath caught and shuddered as the sobbing started. Her chest rattled and heaved with each breath, tears finally escaping

through her body as she went into freefall. She could feel her craft shifting around her as it plummeted, but kept her eyes closed. Her breathing was slow and steady, her mind clear. And there it was. That ache of sadness. It was always there, lingering at the edge of her thoughts, even in her

One more glance assured her she was well and truly out of the reach of the trees and ridges she had so recently been mere inches from. Far enough to let go.

Throttling back nearly to idle power, she let her craft fall backward, then closed her eyes and let go of the controls.

A familiar chill ran

cleared the wall. She streaked into the blue, cloud pocked sky, sparing occasional glances at the altimeter as she left the earth further and further behind. Perhaps one day she would be able to leave it behind entirely, but not today. Not with her current craft.

The engine shrieked with the strain, the nose of her craft blocking her view of the wall, her momentum still throwing her toward it even as she clawed her way skyward.

No explosion occurred. There was no crunching of hull on rock that would have been the telltale of a tail strike had she not

curves, and she counted them down as they brought her nearer and nearer. As she cleared the final curve, the dark grey of the crushing stone wall hove into view and she pulled the controls back into her lap, firewalling the throttle as she forced the craft into a sudden vertical climb.

the logic of the local topography. Climbers used it's vertical face to challenge their strength. She used to it to challenge death.

The curves of the valley whipped her from side to side as she approached the massive stone edifice. They hid it from view, but she knew it was there. She knew these

into those unyielding rocks. The thoughts were there, but she would never let them take her.

She pushed the throttle still further as she entered what she knew would be the final stretch of her run. This was always where she ended. A valley that came to an abrupt end in a sheer cliff that defied

to toss the treetops with her wake, inches separating those silent witnesses of her passing and the fragile hull. On bad days, the ones where even the refuge of flying could do little to lift her mood, she'd thought it would be so easy to simply let go, let the world win, let gravity drag her down

curves of the earth beneath her.

Nothing else mattered as she pushed to the limit of her abilities. There was no thought, no plan. She reacted to each obstacle as it came, living in the moment as if nothing else could possibly exist. Her craft tore through the mountainous countryside low enough

Pulling back on the stick, she lifted the craft level with the ridge on her right, banking to slip just over the jagged rocks before rolling and dipping back down into yet another narrow valley. Her hands shifted gently from side to side, pulling the controls as she guided her craft through the

Flying. Freedom. The two were synonymous in her mind. While the rest of the world sought to claim her life with drudgery and depression, the skies offered her release. Here she had no boundaries, no limits. Even gravity only exerted it's will upon her if she allowed it.

committed to memory from so many flights, each faster and more reckless than the first. A tiny flicker of a thought marveled that she hadn't long since become a smoking smear amidst the cedars, banished quickly in the thrill of flight.

Treetops whipped past beneath her as she guided the craft through the serpentine valley near her home, the muted roar of the engine filling the cockpit with a deep thrum that rattled her very bones. She'd made this run countless times, the contours of the hills rising up on either side of her

So, I wrote this a while ago when I was in my feelings, but I really like it so I'm posting it here. Hope other people enjoy it.