#WoLArdbert
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wolardbert
holyaches.bsky.social ᛤ @holyaches.bsky.social · 3d
he's more myself than i am. whatever our souls are made of， his and mine are the same.
October 9, 2026 at 7:11 PM
gleaningway.social
it's sooooo wolardbert to me specifically since he's already self-admitted to not being much of a talker, and i can see it so clearly in my mind's eye just him sitting on the edge of the bed saying whatever he can, whatever bullshit comes to mind, to get wol through 😩
October 9, 2026 at 10:06 PM
hyskaris.bsky.social
i forgot how bluntly she said it. i rem thinking "oh she means he's gonna somehow help us..." and then seeing he was able to spark a reaction when he attempted to touch wol after being light poisoned, i thought "oh maybe!!!"

i did not realize the shiva hraesvelgr arc would extend to wolardbert.
October 3, 2026 at 1:33 AM
jvst-vinny.bsky.social
Coughs and dies I REALLY LIKE THEM OKAY?! They make me ill. 😭

⭐️
[ #WoLArdbert #Ardbert #WoL ]
September 25, 2026 at 6:57 PM
jvst-vinny.bsky.social
it came to me in a fever dream... (i made this at 2am forgive me)

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[ #WoLArdbert #Ardbert #nsfw #wol ]
September 25, 2026 at 3:33 PM
gleaningway.social
wolardbert
holyaches.bsky.social ᛤ @holyaches.bsky.social · Sep 10
the reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
September 10, 2026 at 7:15 AM
gleaningway.social
THREE WAY HANDSHAKE. IFTC WOLARDBERT IS SOOOOOOOOOO 💥💥💥💥💥
September 3, 2026 at 7:37 AM
hyskaris.bsky.social
dragging every single wolardbert fic out of the depths of ao3 and finding every single author is either not on twt anymore or changed their @ and hardly left any traces like NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE I NEEED YOU
August 1, 2026 at 1:10 AM
hanebana.bsky.social
*poison damage noises* ouuugggghhhhhh....... auggghghghhhhh.......... wolardbert.................
August 1, 2026 at 3:53 AM
supurreme.etheirys.social
What lore implications do the new Hildibrand quests have. A man from the source temporarily rejoined with one of his shards and was able to separate from him afterwards. How will this affect the WolArdbert economy
July 29, 2026 at 2:27 AM
supurreme.etheirys.social
how does this affect the wolardbert economy
July 28, 2026 at 10:56 AM
catgirlified.bsky.social
i love shipping noncanon ships for my wol. like despite them never happening in my canon they make me soooo buzzy

specifically wolzenos and wolardbert like 😵‍💫😵‍💫 alithien HATES zenos and he's too lysepilled to even *think* about ardbert like that but ... the ships are soooo juicy
July 28, 2026 at 2:22 AM
ashthewarlock.bsky.social
Anden making me tear up as I do my turn in 😭
#ffxiv #WoLArdbert
Anden: Whenever you come to visit me, Xangai, I can't help but think of Ardbert. Anden: It was winter's end, the snow melting in the valley... “Back to our journey,” said he. “But sooner than you think, we'll meet again.” ...And that was the last I saw of him! Anden: As far as I'm concerned, the only real villainy he's guilty of is keeping me waiting here so long! No matter what the rumors claimed, I always hoped to see them all crossing the valley again someday, hale and whole. Laughing together, as once we did... Anden: Oooh, you didn't come to hear my sorrowful musings! Still, whenever I look at you, I feel as though something of Ardbert is there in your eyes... Heh, what a silly thing to say. My apologies. Anden: Promise me something, though, won't you? Go and visit your old friends from time to time. They miss you more than you could ever imagine.
November 12, 2024 at 1:29 AM
cryptcombat.bsky.social
touch... i remember touch
#ffxiv #ffxivart #wolardbert
October 19, 2024 at 3:52 PM
theheartlesstide.etheirys.social
YESSS!!! Hex is soooo pretty, I've taken pics of her a few times now hehe! WoLArdbert shippers are on another level. 🙏
December 20, 2024 at 9:09 AM
hyskaris.bsky.social
it's from before 5.3 came out, that's how you know i was lost in it.
can be read as wolardbert, but it's platonic for the most part. just a lot of hurt/comfort

archiveofourown.org/works/24017182
June 25, 2026 at 5:08 AM
hyskaris.bsky.social
*holds them up like it's my report card* wolardbert agenda never dies
A screenshot of Ardbert sitting with a miqo'te warrior of light, who is sleeping on his shoulder.
June 3, 2026 at 6:51 PM
hyskaris.bsky.social
AND IF I WROTE 15K WORDS OF DISJOINTED WOLARDBERT, WHAT OF IT. WHO STOPS ME

NO ONE
June 2, 2026 at 12:48 AM
hyskaris.bsky.social
she has no concept of personal space

#ffxiv #wolardbert
A digital drawing of a mystel warrior of light leaving over a hume's shoulder, looking down at a piece of paper on a table. She is much too close for comfort, and the hume is pushing her face away in the next panel. the mug on the table says "#1 Warrior of Light" but i wrote it in the norvrandt language
May 25, 2026 at 6:17 AM
hyskaris.bsky.social
me, at my job, sipping on my coffee: mmmm quill dm, wonder what she sent
dm: wolardbert
me, choking on my coffee:
May 8, 2026 at 2:29 PM
emberfall.bsky.social
wolardbert but its campal. you see the vision. okay.
June 23, 2026 at 6:40 PM
emberfall.bsky.social
getting back in the saddle bit by bit. some #wolardbert, set in 3.4.

#emberwrites ; #eiraverse
She meets eyes with the one who calls himself Arbert. The Warriors of Darkness work in perfect harmony, tearing apart their newly reformed Scion group with frightening ease. And then she sees those same eyes in a quiet tavern in Featherfall. Blue as heavenly skies, sad as the rain outside. They meet across the bar table in the drowsy, damp quiet, other patrons bent over drinks sweating in the sudden humidity before the inevitable temperature drop. Her usual instinct to reach for her weapon is instead replaced by a levin-shock of recognition — not of an enemy, but of someone who is looking for silence amid so much noise. He nods at her. She nods back. He frowns; his face does not seem predisposed to such an expression, like he must work at it, but grooves have formed all the same. She rises from her seat, slips gil upon the sticky table, and steps outside. If he doesn't follow, that is for the best. She's testing something — mostly herself. The failures grow and grow. She has a preoccupation with sticking her hand in the flame just to prove it won't burn her this time, even though her hands are red with the proof. She watches rain drip from the old wood eaves. He steps outside. "Where are your companions?" she asks, not looking at him. "Where are yours?" he replies. The gift of her father is that she can sense movement like breezes. The way Arbert moves even without his armor is like a stone thrown through the air, blocky and heavy. It moves aside because it has no other choice. Does she move like that? When she finally looks at him, he's staring at her — something calculating, then desolate, in his face. His skin is scruffy with dirt and facial hair. His eyes are painful to look at, a sharp blue the likes of which she's never seen before. All he is wearing is a stained tunic and breeches with laced boots like any common laborer, and the sight makes her gut warm dangerously. "I am tired," is all she says in answer. "Aye." He agrees. A beat passes. "Are you?" She squints at him. He squints at her. Something scorching lingers about his bearing, like her answer has reminded him about his anger. "You have the whole world to look upon," he says, dark. She tilts her head. Twilit hair falls down her shoulders. "And you do not?" "This place isn't mine." He watches her hair move. "It will never be mine. I don't want it." It sounds like a mantra. The beat is familiar to her. The hateful words of her Mother ring strangely true in this moment. Fight me if you, like, child. Some things are gone, nonetheless. "Why not? According to whom?" "You're very proper, aren't you." She reels from the reflexive tease. "Whom." His smirk is nearly a sneer. "Who talks like that?" She stares at him, unexpectedly hurt by this, for some reason. "It is how I was taught." His voice croaks, half-amusement, half-ache. "By an old wizard or something?" "E-Sumi-Yan is over two centuries old, yes." He searches her face. He looks away, as if accidentally slashed by what he went digging for. "It's not mine because that isn't what fate has in store for me." He seethes, burns, glimmers against the darkening sky. He's tall. Broad. Captivating as a sole mountain covered by snow on the horizon. "Or was I wrong in thinking you don't understand that? Should I go?" Her shoulders slacken. She stares out at the rain pooling in ugly mud puddles across the dirt path. "Do we know each other from somewhere?" Arbert purses his lips. "I don't know." What a strange answer. It should just be no. "I stole a…friend," she hedges, unsure what to call Estinien now for she knows the taste of his lips, "from the jaws of fate recently. I was waiting to be punished for it. And here you are." This, more than anything, makes Arbert startle. She can feel the way he tenses, then relaxes, and then is confused by that in the same moment, like he has an inexplicable ache in a muscle he didn't use. "Here I am," he echoes, miserable. She turns to watch him. She pulls her arms around herself, nails digging into goosepimpling flesh. It's getting colder by the moment. "If I'm wrong," he says, quiet, "I've doomed the only people who still love me."
March 21, 2026 at 11:06 PM
emberfall.bsky.social
I'm back in the fucking building (wolexarch).

But this time with a ghost! (wolardbert)
March 9, 2026 at 3:12 AM
emberfall.bsky.social
oh i gasped. the tender tension (IM ALSO THINKIN BOUT WOLARDBERT RN....ITS DELICIOUS)
February 26, 2026 at 5:02 PM