A brown Viera woman straddled a brown man who lies back as they share a slightly bitey kiss. While their lower bodies are not visible, intercourse is implied by the pose and lighting.
Can't forget these assholes.
(The deed is being done but you can't see the bits.)
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Who am I to argue?
(Labeled for nudity even though it's artistically concealed.)
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Nestled on a bed, Kit Hareington, a brown Viera woman with purpla hair, ears, and eyes, leans against Sidurgu, a pale Auri man with equally pale hair, and black scales and tail, and Fray, a brown hyur man with blond hair. Fray has one of her legs propped up on an arm, Sid grasps her wrist, and Fray presses a thumb into her mouth. They are mostly naked, and Kit's breasts are exposed from her tank top.
You're doing so good, you bloody do-gooder. And you'll do good again.
#EsteemersAnonymous | #GPose
Sidurgu stands, pose suggesting he has just thrown something. He looks excited, almost happy. Beside him, Fray, a dark shadow, claps his hands together. Red magic swirls around them. Text reads: Sidurgu Orl: Great work, Kit! 'Tis a bloody shame Fray could not be here to see it! I think he would approve of you stepping in for him. Fray Myste: (telepathically to Kit) Look at that, Kit! You're a natural! Couldn't have done it better myself. That's our girl, Sid. You taught her well.
Get Help! (3/3)
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In a snowy courtyard in Ishgard, a group of Temple Knights stand, weapons ready, as one addresses three Dark Knights in the foreground. The Auri man, a Viera woman, and the slighter human-looking man stand facing them. The Viera has a hand on her greatsword. Text reads: (Earlier today...) Stalwart Temple Knight: Stop right there, Heretics! I have no care for what Lord Speaker Aymeric says. In the name of The Fury, you are under arrest. I command you to stand down. Kit Hareington: Well, you're welcome to try and take us.
The Auri man, arms crossed, looks on with a stern expression, addressing the Viera woman. Beside them, the slight human-looking man is a shadow, eyes glowing red and a cloud of red magic swirling around him, touching the other two. His expression is one of excitement. Text reads: Sidurgu Orl: Now, now, Kit. 'Tis important to know when to draw one's sword, and when to... get help. Fray: (telepathically to Kit) Seven bloody hells. Kit, you're in for a real treat.
Kit, the Viera, flies through the air, her sword in her hand, glowing. She's careening helplessly, as if thrown. The edges of the image are blurred to indicate fast movement. Text reads: Sidurgu Orl: Please! My partner... she's dying! For the love of The Fury. (grunts) Get help!
Kit tumbles into the Temple Knights, the blur around the image indicating she's knocked them all over with the impact. Text reads: Kit Hareington: (grunts) The Fury sends her regards!
Get Help! (2/3)
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Inside The Vault, five Temple Knights stand armed and ready to face down an unseen foe. Golden sunlight bathes every surface, casting reflections off the gilded carpets and wall details. Text reads: (One year ago...) Garrulous Temple Knight: Halt right there, heretics. In the name of The Fury, I command you to stand down.
A tall, pale Auri man with black scales and glowing green eyes wears spiky black and red armor and carries a greatsword at his back. He is dragging the apparently limp form of a slighter man in blue and black skirted armor, and waving frantically with a worried expression. The second man drags his sword behind him. Text reads: Fray Myste: Can't believe I let you talk me into this ridiculous, humiliating plan again. Sidurgu Orl: Do you have a better plan, Shitebird? Or do you plan to sass them to death? 'Tis hardly fatal, in my experience. Fray Myste: Just get it bloody over with. Sidurgu Orl: (shouting) Please! My partner is dying! I beg of you, for the love of Halone, get help!
The Temple Knights are taken aback, looking ahead in something of surprise. Text reads: Garrulous Knight: Now see here! You cannot do that in this place of worship. I said stand--Put him down this instant.
The slighter man flies through the air, sword in hand, at the surprised Temple Knights. The position of the taller Auri man suggest he is the one who has thrown the other. Text reads: Sidurgu Orl: (grunting) As you wish! The Fury sends her regards!
Get Help! (1/3)
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I'm B! I'm a writer, both professionally and as a hobbyist, a gposer of some skill, and fledgling comics creator. I love pinups as much as shitposts, and can be NSFW. My pinned is one of my fave comics.
I have an AO3 and my main gpose tags are #KitHareington, #Kitlidibus, and #EsteemersAnonymous.
Kit, Fray, and Sidurgu, in matching Valentione's sweaters, stand in the Empyreum courtyard outside their apartment. Kit bounces and squeals in delight, Fray is eating a large chocolate, and Sid looks disgruntled that he is being forced to wear this.
Kit, Fray, and Sidurgu, in matching Valentione's sweaters, stand in the Empyreum courtyard outside their apartment. Kit bounces and squeals in delight, Fray is smirking up at Sid, and Sid slumps forward, knowing he's about to give in.
Kit, Fray, and Sidurgu, in matching Valentione's sweaters, stand in the Empyreum courtyard outside their apartment. Kit bounces and squeals in delight, Fray offers him the chocolate, and Sid slumps, knowing he's about to give in.
Fray eats his chocolate, Kit looks pleased with herself, and Sid crosses his arms in resignation.
Remember, Sid, you wanted them both back. This was the life you wanted.
#GPose | #KitHareington | #EsteemersAnonymous
Kit Hareington stands before a lit cathedral window, clad in a long black trench coat, hood, and gloves, her back to the camera, and her greatsword glowing.
Kit Hareington stands before a lit cathedral window, clad in a long black trench coat, hood, and gloves, looking off camera, the angle upward toward her.
Before cathedral windows, Kit Hareington dons a long black trench coat, hood, and gloves, and swings her greatsword with a snarl on her face.
Kit Hareington stands before a lit cathedral window, clad in a long black trench coat, hood, and gloves, looking off camera once more, her sword pointed to the floor before her, and her greatsword glowing.
Others better could sow Thine earth.
Have I not cost more than I’m worth?
Better if now I take my leave
Than disappoint and further grieve.
"The Return of the Prodigal" -- Fr. Timothy J. Draper
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Art/GPoser train. Share 4 pieces and tag 4 people!
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Thanks for the tag, @azuresnapdragoon.bsky.social!
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Kit Hareington, a brown Viera woman with purple hair, ears, tail, and eyes, clings tightly to a taller Auri man, pale skin and hair with black scales, sclera, and bright green glowing eyes. He holds her tightly to him, looking fiercely at the camera, and wraps his tail around her thigh.
𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯
#EsteemersAnonymous | #B'sPoses
It's been awhile...
Kit and a newly resurrected Fray stand in the Brume. She wears his sword, indicating she is early in her DRK journey. Drawn onto the image is a smiley face from Kit, and three little hearts above Fray's head.
I think I miss these assholes most when I have no time to give them. I should do the pre-Living Dead Girl stories as comics. Y/Y?
#EsteemersAnonymous
Fray Myste, shirtless and gloveless, gestures to the camera with a snarky expression.
Don't you ever just want to go apeshit?
#EsteemersAnonymous
Fray Myste, Dark Knight, stands with his arms crossed, wearing no helm, eyes glowing a blazing red, staring directly into the camera.
Fray, a Living Shadow, taunts someone unseen as he draws his sword.
There'll be no living with him now.
#EsteemersAnonymous
Kit Hareington, in a long black trench and black hood, holds a glowing greatsword over her shoulder, looking into the distance of Ishgard, something close to a smile on her face.
Kit Hareington, in a long black trench and black hood, holds a glowing greatsword over her shoulder, looking into the distance of Ishgard, under a sky full of bright stars.
Kit Hareington, in a long black trench and black hood, holds a glowing greatsword over her shoulder, looking into the distance of Ishgard, under a sky full of bright stars.
#KitHareington | #EsteemersAnonymous | #B'sPoses
Outside the Empyreum apartments in Ishgard, a stunned Kit Hareington, wearing a long black coat, black gloves, black armored boots, and a deep black hood, carrying a greatsword, stands, taken aback, as a pyjama-clad Rielle throws her arms around her waist and buries her face there with a grin. Behind them, Sidurgu, in pyjamas and loosely holding his greatsword, looks on in surprise. It's night, and they stand in a pool of golden street light.
Kit and Sidurgu exchange looks of equal parts surprised and longing while Rielle continues to hug Kit's waist.
Sword discarded, Sidurgu wraps his arms around the other two, while Kit hugs Rielle back, burying her face in Sid's shoulder.
𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦
𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
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I'm B! I'm a longtime writer, new to gposing and comics! Come and get your villainfucker/monsterfucker/godfucker fic here!
You can read my FFXIV stories in the series The Sights We Shall See, on AO3
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In a dark abyss, dotted with distant stars, enveloped in darkness, lit in red from behind, magenta from the fore, Kit Hareington nods her head toward a fist in remembrance of and respect for the departed. Beside her, shrouded in magic and shadow, is Fray, mimicking her movements as always. A line frame outlines the image, Kit in its fore, and Fray behind it.
"I want to believe—I need to believe that this was not for nothing. That I changed you for the better, as you changed me..."
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Kit Hareington and Fray Myste (as Living Shadow) stand before Brute Abominator, a large, many-limbed plant abomination, in the M7S arena, dressed in matching wrestler outfits, with steel chairs over their shoulders. Red swirls of the Darkside effect wrap around them. Fray waggles fingers at the boss, taunting.
Don't forget to take your Living Shadow/Guy Aetherically Tethered to You out for enrichment.
#KitHareington | #EsteemersAnonymous
A mocked up meme of the "Nice" and "Naughty" cat of the week, but "cat" has been replaced by "Fray" from FFXIV. The top panel says "Nice Fray of the Week: cuddled nicely" with a smiley face, and has a polaroid style photo of a Fray with a smile their face, being a generally nice person. The bottom panel says "Naughty Fray of the Week: bit my ass" and depicts three additional Frays, two flipping the camera off with a middle finger, and one lounging back on a bar with a grin.
The Fray Myste Support Group is going great.
With: @stressbucket.bsky.social | @elanortrevelyan.bsky.social | @fray-myste.bsky.social
#EsteemersAnonymous | #DRKShaming
Title card graphic for the fic "Always On the Tip of My Tongue" by Feral Kwe on AO3. Image shows three greatwords leaning against a wall, two as you would expect, and one mostly shadow. Rating: Mature Relationship: Sidurgu Orl/Warrior of Light (also Fray Myste/Warrior of Light, Fray Myste/Sidurgu Orl, Fray Myste/Sidurgu Orl/Warrior of Light) Tags: Porn with Feelings | Possession Sex | Endwalker Summary: They agreed to part amicably. With Elidibus' soul gone to aid her, and on the even of a potentially one-way journey, the Warrior of Light has one stop to make. The graphic contains a line warning for Dubious Consent, and Dead Dove.
Always On the Tip of My Tongue is on AO3! Tagging this one was a trip! Enjoy! Or don't! I'm not yer ma! I may have tagged overly-cautiously, but please mind them!
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Kit Hareington and Fray Myste (as a Living Shadow) stand near the Arcadion entrance dressed in pro-wrestling style gear, wielding steel chairs, ready to attack.
"F" is for Friends, who do stuff together.
M7S, here we come.
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A screencap in the style of a polaroid photo of Fray Myste, a brown hyur man with blond hair, covering his face, peeking from behind his fingers, and flipping the middle finger to the camera.
Finally remembered to do this. Good things are coming to the FK.
#EsteemersAnonymous
"'Tis the end of the world, and you are about to chase a nihilistic bird to Fury-forsaken nowhere to save it." His nostrils flared as he breathed in, then let it out deeply. "Your husband?" Her jaw trembled. "Gone. Just when I knew some part of him yet remained. Gave the last of himself that I might have this chance to finish what he started." She touched his stone, warm against her skin. "I can't fail." "I am coming with you." "You can't. Rielle—" "Can stay with Edmont." He gripped her shoulders. "I told you: you're a dark knight, Kit. That means something." "If I fall, if we fail, you need to be with her." She looked up, eyes begging him. "Please."
His breath deepened. Grew deliberate in meter as his temper ticked upward. He meant to argue. She could see every convincing reason pass across his dour expression. Whatever they were, he choked them down with a grunt. "When you succeed, you come back to us. And we do things right this time." His frown deepened. "When you win and the world is safe, we choose us." "He means it, Kit." Fray's voice gnawed at her. Reminded her of the reality waiting outside the bubble that was their tiny Empyreum apartment. "Whatever little games of denial you two are playing at…"
"I will." The fantasy could choke them later. Her heart couldn't survive Fray's hash reality check in that moment. Zodiark was gone. Hydaelyn no more. Elidibus spent in his last effort to see to the star's salvation. "After this, the Scions can continue without me. Home is a who, not a place." "Let us be home to each other, then." Sidurgu closed the space between them again, this time giving no quarter. His lips found hers, his hands her hips, and he snapped them against his, a needy rumble passing from deep in his chest. "Bloody Fury, Kit." Fray kicked ineffectually at the nearby bench.
"Write a quick smutty drabble!" the group think said. "Bet!" I said.
My little #EsteemersAnonymous said:
Kit and Fray sit in a steaming bathtub. Kit bends her face to her knees, visibly distressed, her ears drooping with her grief. She wears her jagged ring from Elidibus, and his Convocation stone. Fray wraps his arms around her, pressing his lips to her shoulder. Sunlight streams through the window, lighting the room in gold.
Kit and Fray sit in a steaming bathtub. Kit bends her face to her knees, visibly distressed, her ears drooping with her grief. She wears her jagged ring from Elidibus, and his Convocation stone. Fray wraps his arms around her, pressing his lips to her shoulder. Sunlight streams through the window, lighting the room in gold.
"Listen, Kit. Listen to our heartbeat."
"You don't want this heart, Fray. It's broken."
"It's the one we have. We'll have to hold it together between us."
#KitHareington | #Gpose | #EsteemersAnonymous
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Kit, Rielle, Sidurgu, and Fray gather close together. Kit kneels with her sword before her, Sid beside her with his in front of him. Fray appears in a Living Shadow form, eyes glowing red, and his sword over his shoulder. He and Sid rest hands on Kit's shoulders, Fray's fingers toying with her braid. Rielle rests a hand on Kit's arm, and holds a purple flower in her other hand. They are gathered in a field of glowing blue flowers, beneath a sky full of stars and whispy clouds.
“In your darkest hour, in the blackest night...think of me...and I will be with you. Always. For where else could I go? Who else could I love but you?”
#KitHareington | #EsteemersAnonymous
Kit Hareington throws her head back in a moment of ecstasy as she sits on Fray's face so he can perform oral on her. The light from the window makes a bright pattern across her face and chest. His eyes are glowing red.
"Baby's black balloon makes her fly."
#EsteemersAnonymous
(Good thing he doesn't need to breathe!)
(Continued)
#KitHareington | #GposeComic | #EsteemersAnonymous (1/5)
