Emet-Selch's former fiance and the third man in that set of pictures. They were separated when Amaurot (the ancestral home of Emet's race of gods) fell and Hythlodaeus ended up dying in the process. And then he ended up here, about a month after Emet did and eons after his death from Emet's perspective, and you have no *idea* how much ridiculous drama ensued between him and Emet and Dirk as a result, thanks to Emet trying to have his cake and eat it too.
But yes, Solus is Emet-Selch is [REDACTED]. Emet-Selch is his title from Amaurot. He had a personal name, which Hythlo has told me in confidence, but prefers not to use it with strangers. Emperor Solus zos Galvus of Garlemand is the name he was going by when he first got here, as it was the identity of the last role he took on to tempt and test mortals. It took until Hythlodaeus got here for most of us to even *hear* the name 'Emet-Selch,' so a lot of people who met him before that think of him as 'Solus' because that's the name they were introduced to him by.
I don't, entirely because of how bad and contentious things got between him and I last summer. The name 'Solus' for me is too badly associated with the man I believed he was, who turned out to be the role he hadn't yet shed by our first encounter and someone he despised nearly as much as I did. 'Solus' is the man who repeatedly made me flashback to the worst time in my life, who drove me to fits of mental desperation that resulted in me shoving him down stairs when he was trying to force a conversation by blocking them and later led to me attempting the aforementioned ill-considered psychological warfare.
*Emet*, however, is a tired old man with a penchant for drama and terribly high-standards, who reminds me of my grandfather more often than not. It's a method of reframing, I suppose.
But yes. That's Dirk Strider and his terrible attitude to a goddamn T. I consider myself to be friends (if not close ones) with the man and his hypocrisy when it comes to accepting that other people have complex motivations that disagree with his own is one of the most irritating facets of a man who is in fact *extremely* irritating (if ultimately rewarding) to know.
As someone who (while not the smartest member of my family) hasn't usually considered myself to be a idiot either, I understand very well how hard it is to deal with Dirk's attitude gracefully. Before I knew he was a god, I had a *lot* of trouble not blowing up at him for it. Now... well, I try to grit my teeth and put on my agreeable face, then when the conversation is over I go off to the gym--or more recently find my boyfriend--and attempt to physically work out my frustration and aggression until I exhaust myself.
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Date: 2021-02-17 05:46 pm (UTC)But yes, Solus is Emet-Selch is [REDACTED]. Emet-Selch is his title from Amaurot. He had a personal name, which Hythlo has told me in confidence, but prefers not to use it with strangers. Emperor Solus zos Galvus of Garlemand is the name he was going by when he first got here, as it was the identity of the last role he took on to tempt and test mortals. It took until Hythlodaeus got here for most of us to even *hear* the name 'Emet-Selch,' so a lot of people who met him before that think of him as 'Solus' because that's the name they were introduced to him by.
I don't, entirely because of how bad and contentious things got between him and I last summer. The name 'Solus' for me is too badly associated with the man I believed he was, who turned out to be the role he hadn't yet shed by our first encounter and someone he despised nearly as much as I did. 'Solus' is the man who repeatedly made me flashback to the worst time in my life, who drove me to fits of mental desperation that resulted in me shoving him down stairs when he was trying to force a conversation by blocking them and later led to me attempting the aforementioned ill-considered psychological warfare.
*Emet*, however, is a tired old man with a penchant for drama and terribly high-standards, who reminds me of my grandfather more often than not. It's a method of reframing, I suppose.
But yes. That's Dirk Strider and his terrible attitude to a goddamn T. I consider myself to be friends (if not close ones) with the man and his hypocrisy when it comes to accepting that other people have complex motivations that disagree with his own is one of the most irritating facets of a man who is in fact *extremely* irritating (if ultimately rewarding) to know.
As someone who (while not the smartest member of my family) hasn't usually considered myself to be a idiot either, I understand very well how hard it is to deal with Dirk's attitude gracefully. Before I knew he was a god, I had a *lot* of trouble not blowing up at him for it. Now... well, I try to grit my teeth and put on my agreeable face, then when the conversation is over I go off to the gym--or more recently find my boyfriend--and attempt to physically work out my frustration and aggression until I exhaust myself.