instantly knew *exactly* what I was doing for this one as soon as I saw the prompt yesterday lmao

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A muscular, white-passing midlander man presented three times together: on the left, he wears a long black priest's robe, a black silken veil trimmed with gold tightly covering his hair, and an elaborate white and gold mask obscures his scarred face. On the right, he has shed his robe and veil, revealing a thick mane of red-brown hair pulled back into a high tail, piercing green eyes, and a handsome and well muscled chest, bearing more scars along his arms and his sides; his forearms are branded with Halonic scriptures, the verses of Saint Valerian painstakingly carved into his flesh. In the center, between the two, he kneels in supplication, his back riddled with deep, old scars from years of flagellation, self-inflicted and otherwise, and in the center the Fury's symbol of three spears is carved into his very flesh.

Father Narcissus of the Order of the Sanguine Thorn is second in command at the Dravanian cloister, and is especially known for his zeal and skill in chastisement. But he bears a gentle heart; he wept in awe when initiating Gisele into the mysteries, and became confidant to her and Aymeric.

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A beautiful, Black Elezen woman (Gisele) lays idly upon her stomach in a shallow pool, propping her head upon a hand. Large rose blooms float upon the water, setting an indolent scene about her. Her white gown is cut low revealing a teasing bit of cleavage and her lovely floral tattoos; and she is bedecked with delicate, exquisite ruby jewelry--sacred to Nald'thal. Thick golden cuffs engraved with delicate designs sheath her wrists near the length of her forearms, and her white hair is braided magnificently into an updo forming a large heart. Her full, pouting lips are curved into an enigmatic smile, as she gazes off into the distance, perhaps at a would-be patron. She does not appear so much as the sacred courtesan that she is, but a goddess luxuriating in her own temple.

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A preternaturally beautiful and muscular incubus, with dark grey skin and deep crimson eyes, smiles seductively. His hair, dark with streaks of deepest azure, seems infinitely long. A crescent moon brand glows starkly white in the center of his forehead, and he has three sets of magnificent curved horns like unto a crown, with the center being a tall blackened set bearing an enormous, shimmering blue diamond between them. His blackened wings are outstretched to reveal eerily glowing violet, and beneath the loincloth of sheer black silk, just above his bulge, is a pulsing womb brand of the same shade of violet. A smaller, Black Elezen man stands beside him, the voidsent's mortal disguise: the Marquis Sebastien de Lacroix. An immaculately dressed Ishgardian gentleman with piercing, pale blue eyes, Sebastien's hair falls down his back in silken waves the color of the night sky, his lacquered and well-manicured hands covered in golden rings. He wears a very familiar earring, a single perfectly faceted blue diamond the selfsame shade as the one from his true form.

of all such voidsent named in the forbidden goetia of foulest mhach, tis said prince fraech is the most dangerous, for he was the first of his kind--the incubus. his beauty is said to drive men to madness; every black mage who has ever summoned and bound him has fallen to catastrophic ruin.

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artistic portrait of gisèle, garbed in an ornate black lace gown accented with white lace and rubies. an elaborate crown with a veil of black lace and pearl rests upon her hair. her eyes are shut in meditative repose, her hands clasped together in prayer. behind her, aymeric stands with a thickly muscled arm wrapped around her, his forearm pressed tightly against her throat, his hand subtly gripping the edges of her long black veil. he holds a single red rose between the fingers of his other hand, a delicate black claw flicking its leaf. his brow is furrowed in a pensive, brooding expression, in a subtle contrast to gisèle's serenity.

i am as kindling to the fires which smolder within you, o my lord,

for i was born to serve such as you are.

i, and i alone.

for pierced through by the fury, i am, body and soul;

and you, my lord, were forged the blessèd ranseur in her grasp.

#gipose | #gisaymeric

a Black Elezen woman (Gisele) dressed like General Beatrix, posing with a sword with a hand on her hip in front of a rose covered window, bathed in light.

🌹rose of may 🌹

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any excuse to show her fangies.

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Gisèle and Bajada (Tyrant) in evening wear dancing together in Solution 9. She sways back against him, and gasps a little as hand brushes against her inner thigh and his thumb teases the strap of her dress; his other hand gently teases her the side of her top. He has a playful smile, glancing down at her.

he know he a star
but he my biggest fan

#gipose | #gisjada

"Ahh, Gisèle!"

"Tis 'Appreciate a Dragon Day', minou. I am merely appreciating you!"

"You always do, my heart..."

#gipose | #gisvrtra

would u look at international ms. leather over here.

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A Black Elezen woman (Gisèle) poses primly for a portrait, her hands folded on her belly; they are covered in gold jewelry. Her dress is white and sleeveless, with pink rose accents and delicate golden filigree. She gazes at the viewer, smiling demurely beneath a gossamer silk veil; her gaze is partially obscured by the large pink astrologian's hat she wears.

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Gisèle, pressed against a wall in the green room, parts her lips in anticipation; Tyrant stands next to her, gazing down at her as he unzips her leather bottoms, his other placed nonchalantly on his hip.

A closer view of them; Tyrant gazes intently down at Gisèle as he slips a gloved hand inside her fingers his thumb straining against the leather fabric of her bottoms.

Tyrant has hoisted her up against the wall, his back to the camera, her leather boots beneath his strongly muscled arms, clutched against his torso. Gisèle’s face is visible over his shoulder, her eyelids heavy, her mouth open and panting.

Dutch angled side view of the previous shot; she wears nothing but her leather harness and red sleeve, now. Her arms outstretched, she clings to his neck for dear life as he holds her up and pounds her hard against the wall. Her eyes are closed now, completely lost in pleasure.

but a single battle was waged in the sands and won;
the war was his, and never in doubt.

#gipose | #gisjada

In a garden surrounded by violet flowers, Haurchefant stands wearing a dashing white poet's shirt and black leather boots and trousers, gazing down lovingly at Gisèle. She is kneeling on the ground, resting back on her white pony-hooved boots among violet petals, and is dressed in a scanty white bodysuit with ruffled silk armbands and a unicorn's horn, tail, and ears. He tenderly grasps her chin, tilting her face up at him; she gazes up at him with gentle doe eyes, her arms crossed submissively before her in the abeyante position of an anguissette.

(cw: pony play)

pure of heart

#gipose | #gishaurche

Gisele, in a leather bodysuit, lifts a defeated Tyrant's chin with the point of her rapier before a crowd of adoring fans in his arena.

same shot from another angle, focused on Gisele.

Tyrant sneers up at Gisele from the ground, glaring at her, playing up his anger for the fans.

Gisele smirks down at him.

well you may be king for the moment
but i am a queen, understand?

#gipose | #gisjada

running in a day late w toast in my mouth w gisèle's arcadion persona

anyway here's Queen Vermillion!

(w her p1 music, by Cycle Sluts From Hell)

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haurchefant, shirtless and wearing a unicorn horn and ears, playfully carries gisele into the chateau's hot spring.

"...I do not believe this very pure of heart, minou."

#gipose | #gishaurche

In Solution 9, a tall Black Elezen man in a Black shirt (Tyrant) looms over a Black Elezen woman in a red dress (Gisele), one arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand pressed against the wall in a kabedon gesture. He smiles down at her with a predatory glint in his eyes; her lips are parted in anticipation.

do i know you from somewhere?
why do you leave me wanting more?

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Family holiday portrait staged in front of the mantle of the main salon of Chateau Greystone. Gisèle and Ysayle, both in elegant sleeveless gowns of red and blue respectively, sit primly in chairs beside each other. Standing behind them, from left to right: Zenos (officially a ward of the House) in a tasteful off the shoulder sheathe dress in dark red, Haurchefant in a dark red suit with cravat, Aymeric in a regal blue and white gown, Estinien in a white and red suit and Stephanivien in Haillenarte green and white. A Starlight tree and wreath round out the festive atmosphere.

From the Royal House of Ishgard to yours, have a very Merry Starlight!

#gipose | #TheElfpile

a curvy Black Elezen femme (Gisèle) wearing a black and red jumpsuit trimmed with gold stands with her arms spread wide, enveloped in bright light.

a much closer image of Gisèle, staring up into the starry sky as she leaps into the air

Gisèle lunging forward, hovering slightly in the air, as she grips the glowing hilt of an incandescent sword made entirely of golden aether.

closer up version of previous image, focused solely on Gisèle gazing up at her opponent with a smirk on her face.

braver~

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i'm sorry it's what mustadio would have wanted

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pov: the antecedent has called you into her office to discuss your performance

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A brown skinned Black Elezen femme (Gisele) standing in the Vault. She wears an elaborate black and red jumpsuit with gold accents and belt, and a plunging neckline. She is wielding Murgleis, a black and red baroque rapier, and smirking to someone unseen.

en garde.

#gipose | #femmefriday | #elfenjoyers

Raubahn luxuriates in the baths of Chateau Greystone. Gisèle, a brown-skinned Black elezen femme, sits on his lap, resting against his chest with her eyes closed in peaceful bliss. Raubahn leans against Aymeric, who has an unseen arm around his waist, and is gently kissing and suckling the base of Raubahn's neck.

soft power.

#gipose | #gisaymeric | #gisbahn

a tall fem highlander modeled ancient wearing black asphedolos fending gear. she bears a silver sword and shield in a ready stance, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Herakles tenderly kissing Aphrodite's hand.

In the present day, Haurchefant assumes the same sword and board ready stance as Herakles.

Haurche kissing Gisele's hand in a mirror of their ancient selves.

herakles of thebai;

nabriales the contender, the eighth seat of the convocation;

then, and now.

#gipose | #gishaurche

Zenos and Gisele stopped in the Firmament on an evening stroll, wearing finery of Fortemps red; he smiles down at her, lightly grasping her hand, and she blushes with a soft smile of her own.

a rose doth bear a flower
all in the cold midwinter

#gipose | #giszenos

Haurchefant, shirtless, kneels reverently to Gisele's back. Framed by candlelight, he gazes up at her with his lips parted and eyelids heavy, clinging to her thighs.

i never seen a light move
like yours can do to me

#gipose | #gishaurche

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Ysayle backs Gisèle up against the edge of her desk in a subtle display of dominance. Her hand gently but firmly tilts Gisèle's face up toward her, and they lock heavy-lidded gazes upon each other, lips parted.

j’ai pu sentir mon cœur
vibrer à cent à l’heure

#gipose | #gisayle

Zenos Galvus nó Fortemps, wearing a delicate white and black silk blouse with a plunging neckline, a black waist trainer, and tight fitting oxblood red trousers (Fortemps Red). An elaborate white coat hangs off his shoulders with golden trim, and his blond hair is styled in a braided updo, a few locks left to drap down the front of his shoulder. His fingernails are painted the same shade of deep red, and he stands in front of a brightly lit window in Gisele's salon, a hand poised beneath his chin, a faint smile upon his lips.

she's in parties

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Zenos holding Gisele, a dark skinned Black Elezen woman in a backless black gown. Her anguissette marque, an elaborate winged back tattoo, is bared to the viewer. She is pressed up against him, her arm resting on his shoulder. He looks down at her with a coy smirk.

près de toi, je rêve encore

#gipose | #giszenos