Two Kings in Conversation - ft. @solshot.bsky.social #WilfSpice | #GiovannaDaswilfkoen | #☀️🔞

My Tank keeps questing in his butt after every pull. #☀️🔞

Testing Hannish potions. #☀️🔞

I log on, I look at Sol, I log off.

Sol, circa 1552 — Geomancer shaman. #☀️📜

God I love him so much.

i do think getting obsessed with ur wol/ocs/an npc/etc. is the key to your own longevity with ffxiv

Below is a small passion project of mine focused on reworking Sol's lore, which I have been refining recently. This tidbit is heavily fan canon-based and explores the untouched area (thanks, Square Enix) known as the Fanged Crescent, located in Othard, between Yanxia and the Burn. 🧵 #☀️📜

Sol in uniform (Maelstrom, Chief Sergeant of the Galadion First Squadron.)

You wander into a small encampment, a fire crackling as loud as aether-imbued ironworks. A lone adventurer entices you with honeyed words: "Come rest, O' bloodied warrior," he purrs. You forget why you are out here in the first place. #solnsfw

SOL, YOU'RE GOING TO MISS THE CRITICAL ENCOUNTER! THERE'S 30 SECONDS LEFT! SOL!! SOL KING!!! #solnsfw

He's ready for the Occult Crescent.

Traveling Companions, pt. 2 - Sol needed to air out after a long day in the sun, but Gelakor couldn't control himself. #solnsfw

Traveling Companions, pt. 1 - The noise of the bazaar is a background hum as Sol scours every stall for provisions, and most importantly, food. A giant clad in silver follows close behind—oathsworn to the knight-errant. Today is a good day for a shopping spree. #☀️📜

New cock. #solnsfw

At Sinus Ardorum. - "Mind if I take five to air out? Spent three hours drilling through what’s either a meteorite or leftover Allagan relics! All of this cosmic filth better be worth the gil." #solnsfw

At Sinus Ardorum. - "Mind if I take five to air out? Spent three hours drilling through what’s either a meteorite or leftover Allagan relics! All of this cosmic filth better be worth the gil." #solnsfw

Giovanna Aerstmoen Daswilfkoen anytime she sees Sol King #Wilfmeme | #WilfLore @solshot.bsky.social

Last Night in Zadnor Read the short story here, told through Sol's POV: docs.google.com/document/d/1...

⚔️ Bounty work.

Sol's war-field journal.

No(w)t the time, no(w)t the place. #solnsfw

"Ladies and gentlemen, gather around and behold the mighty Great White Serpent, a true legend come to life! Witness, indulge. Make a deposit, and he'll rub some fair luck onto you in return." "Are you kidding me..." #solnsfw

Charming shenanigans.

"Ah! No, don't! I've been walking around all day and I stink." #solnsfw

It's summer somewhere, baby. #solnsfw

Airing out.

Mimiclot fun. I’ve been thinking about this ever since Dawntrail dropped.

I want to do nasty things to him.

[18+ Audio] Mamool Ja Stress Relief Tucked away in the Cerulean wilds is the blessed siblings' less-than-humble abode, which Sol frequents in exchange for Mamook's good graces. Tonight, Sol will learn what it means to be Bakool Ja Ja’s mate. Enjoy this little treat!

Sol offers himself to the blessed siblings during times of extreme stress or after rigorous training.

Sol with a little cock in lace. Perfection.

Sol, too stubborn to admit defeat, finds himself in a predicament.

Sol and Bakool Ja Ja do this when no one is looking.

"Think you can take them both, peacock?"

So two lizards walk into a hot spring, ft. @azuremiqo.bsky.social

To my niche audience who likes seeing Sol rail women.

Gluck Gluck 9000

Go out in a blaze of glory. See you soon.

Apologies for the darker themed Gposes. Here's something worse. (Much more will follow as I work through my massive backlog of photos taken in anticipation of Dawntrail. Be safe and have a good summer!)

[dubcon] "Swallow it," ft. @malaguld.bsky.social

Two guys being dudes ft. @cxckparty.bsky.social

Before the apocalypse drops, it becomes routine to slobber all over rank cock.

[dubcon] 🧊: Rounds check. 💀: Four. 🧊: Should we give him another dose? 💀: What, and kill him? Somnus is dangerous stuff, sergeant. Let's take our time to show our appreciation for the hostage. 🧊: Right. He was kind enough to let us fuck him, after all.

Caught up in the wrong crowd.

Let me formally introduce you all to Jökull and Shuck, two of the four members of an elite mercenary unit that Sol is part of. They met during the Bozjan-Garlean conflict and have been in touch ever since.

Final boss.

Mimic troubles.

“Need you.” Jökull forces Sol onto a nearby crate. A marrow-deep fire riles in the hearth of Sol’s body, residual aether melting through Jökull's heavy layers of ceremonial garments. Despite Sol’s clear abhorrence, Jökull continues. “Look how much you want this.”

“Oi, lads! Look what we caught! The gigantic prick who flaunts his Frontline victories. Been wanting to do this since I first saw you on the field, Sol. We’ll call it even, yeah? Settling scores, no hard feelings. Everyone walks away happy.” “F-Fuck you.”