#emperor solus

[fourteentheart]

Day 1 - Forge & Temper

For #XIVRarepairWeek2026 on bsky!

[arianwen44]

‘I have lived a thousand, thousand of your lives.’ 🩵

[agent-cupcake]

brain rot. emperor solus branding you with the garlean chains like a womb tattoo as proof that even if you do find a way to escape him, you'll never be free. he'd do it so calmly too, patiently explaining that it's purely utilitarian and being sweetly condescending about how painful it must be, and then comforting you afterward because the only thing better than physically torturing you is the idle entertainment of trauma bonding

[windup-dragoon]

Fun facts and thoughts:  Kiri was born in Garlemald but has no memories of it currently. She only remembers waking up on an island and being rescued by Eyriwolk and his crew. But her time in Garlemald, before she ran away, she lived on the outskirts of the city with her mother, and Kiri’s older sister Lani. During the Garlemald section of EW, Kiri has incredibly vague flash backs via her Echo. She sees kids playing at the park, building forts in the snow, and watching a parade or two in the city. Kiri is convinced her Echo is just picking up random radio signals from nearby people and can’t make heads or tails of the scenes she’s seeing. But they are her memories. That’s her playing with her sister at the park, that’s her seeing Emperor Solus and a league of armed soldiers go by in a parade.  The question now is, did Emet-Selch recognize her soul :thinking: 

[blaackbiird-archive]

>>;;

[cinnabun-bunny]

Happy Valentines! Have some more shamefully bad meme cards!

I feel like Riol and Tansui are woefully under appreciated! So I’m including them because I love them. Gaius and Arenvald aren’t personally my thing, but I added them for those who do consider them bae! And Red Mage is the only job questline I fully completed cuz I am a scrub, but X’ruhn is boss so hey.

Here’s last year’s!

Girls!

[ainyan]

Prompt #27: Hail

Hail:

to cheer, salute, or greet; welcome;

to acclaim; approve enthusiastically;

showery precipitation in the form of irregular pellets or balls of ice;

a shower of anything;

Dark clouds glowered down upon the thronging crowds. The streets of the Imperial capital were filled to overflowing with citizens and foreigners alike, all held in check by row after row of soldiers, each one neat and prim in their uniform. The air was filled with noise, a cacophonous uproar that was more sound than words - a thousand voices rising in a discordant chorus of conversation in which no individual voice stood out.

Music cut across the racket, and the silence was near instantaneous, the last few words falling raggedly into the swell of strident, martial notes as they marched ahead of the procession. The crowds surged forward, stopping just shy of the Imperial soldiers that stood shoulder to shoulder in the icy air.

As the array of vehicles rumbled down the street, the noise of the crowd once more swelled to awesome proportions. Unlike the earlier dissonance, however, each voice spoke the same words, at the same cadence, with the same reverence and affection.

“Ave, Emperor Solus!”

Hands thrust forward in salute, eyes gleamed with adoration, faces were slack, almost frightening in how blankly enraptured they were by the tall, slim figure who sat in the back of the open-top vehicle, gazing forward with a bored, mildly irritated expression. From time to time, he would raise his hand into the air and give a languid wave, the gesture more rote than acknowledging of the bounty from the citizens around him.

Overhead, the dark clouds offered their own opinion, chill rain falling groundward, ignored by the crowd. Rain turned to sleet, freezing and stinging against the wool and fur and leather of the populace below. Still, their attention was consumed by the man and his parade of hangers-on and sycophants, although for some he was long since passed, and for others he had yet to come.

With a thunderous rumble of discontent, the storm gave over, offering its own greeting to the emperor. And as its acclaim fell upon the uncaring citizens of Garlemald, it never even touched the Emperor, striking the air about him and those within his vehicle, but never directly upon his person.

Solus never even noticed the hail.

[spicylief]

More late art. Sketched out Emet-Selch for the first time. Amazing villain. Face is so difficult to draw correctly. Gotta practice it. lol