#ardbertwol

[suites]

Drew a friend’s ardbertwol ^^

[randieposes]

in another life. with a friend's oc, sheri!

[limielle]

[ardbertwol] i am not a writer at all but i wanted to . get that scene out of my head LOL and i dont want to draw a comic for it . . .

Something Ardbert has noticed, in the few hours they get to spend together whenever Icarus is blessed with downtime, is that the warrior of light has a particularly bad habit of staring. 

He can feel that very stare digging into the back of his head as he appraises Icarus’ weapon collection. It’s impressive, and unexpected. Over the short time that he has been on the First, Icarus has only ever used black magics to defend himself, yet he had Feo Ul bring an amalgam of different weapons to the First the moment it had been possible. 

You have to be prepared, Icarus had told him.

“I didn’t know you could wield the ax,” Ardbert says, turning to meet that incessant gaze head on. “You don’t strike me as the martial type.” 

“I am not,” Icarus responds. He doesn’t look away from Ardbert’s face, even after being caught staring. “I’m sure you wield yours much better than I do, loathe as I am to admit it.” He pauses, and Ardbert pointedly ignores the heat that spreads through his chest at Icarus’ praise. “I wield it using telekinesis, much like the Nouliths over there.” 

He jerks his chin in the direction of four strange looking artifacts. Ardbert turns, grateful to have something else than the viera’s delicate features to focus on for a while. 

“What are those used for?”

“Healing. And hurting.” 

“I can’t- I don’t understand how you can possibly-” 

Before Ardbert can complete his sentence, the weapons lift from their perch. He has to repress the urge to reach for his own when they zip over to him, coming to a stop right before his face. Then, gently, they begin to circle him. The perfect harmony with which they move is akin to watching the dancers in the markets, and Ardbert finds himself mesmerized. 

After a while of spinning around him, they group together again, before shifting away. Ardbert follows them, only to come face to face with Icarus - now standing much closer to him than he was before. 

The nouliths quietly come to a rest behind Icarus’ back. 

“Like that,” Icarus says, smiling down at him. 

“That didn’t explain anything.” If Ardbert sounds a little breathless, Icarus makes no mention of it. He’s looking down at Ardbert again with that same look he gave Emet-Selch during his impromptu visit to the Ocular. 

“You’re staring.” 

Icarus merely hums in response. “I just feel,” he says, “like you’re- like I could just-” 

He trails off, reaching forward. Ardbert watches Icarus’ hand with mounting dread. He’s not sure what it would feel like to have Icarus’ fingers phase right through him, but the feeling of first discovering that he was like this comes rushing back, a coiled lump of despair lodging itself in his throat. 

Fighting the urge to close his eyes, he remains stock still, even as Icarus gently, oh so gently, places his hand against his chest. 

Pressure. 

Despite its current state, his body registers when Icarus’ hand makes contact with his breastplate. Ardbert jerks back, the place where Icarus’ hand had touched burning like molten rock. 

“What-”

“I knew it.” 

“Huh?”

Icarus shrugs, looking down at his hands. “Not once did you seem incomplete to me. I thought if I focused enough aether into my hands I could-” 

Ardbert reaches forward, wrapping his hands around Icarus’ fingers. He can feel them – not the heat of him, he still can’t smell Icarus, he still can’t feel Icarus’ breath despite their proximity, but he feels the distinct pressure of touching something. Someone.

“I- I can’t believe- you- it's really happening- it’s been so long,” he’s babbling, and if he could cry he’s sure that the tears would have spilled by now, but as it is he simply stares at their conjoined hands in awe. 

“Well,” Icarus says softly, “at least now you know you can touch me. If you ever need to.”

[edenchoir]

who's a heretic, child? can you make it stick? and i'm on trial waiting 'til the beat comes out

Job switching to DRK for 7.0. Finally stepping into those unfilled WoL lore boots from Shadowbringers.

[ofcoffee-andletters]

FFXIV Write Free Day: Horizon

Note: Making up for day 2 :) because this keeps getting out of control so I am just gonna post a small intro to the bigger piece. As an extra note, the Felicitous Furball depicted here is based on the JP version...I just don't like the EN one.

ArdbertWoL Post-Endwalker

The former Warrior of Light yawned as he took one step out of the small boat that brought him, once more, to his Island and then he waved a bit behind him, wishing the owner of said boat good travels back to La Noscea. The miqo’te walked up the now wooden steps towards the heart of his island and then stretched, looking around to see how the development of the place was going.

“Welcome back, Master.” A small robotic voice comes from the side and Brucie turns around, seeing the small Felicitous Furball mammet, “I assume you have come to keep an eye over our procedures?” Brucie simply nods and then he looks a bit ahead, towards a small path that keeps going all the way up a hill. “The project is going smoothly since you sent us the list and the materials for it…otherwise, we have a warehouse filled with anything extra that doesn’t expire.”

The miqo’te ponders about that and then smiles, “Sounds like we will look lazy enough in Tataru’s book that she won’t need to come and tell me to stop overworking…very well, I will visit the Chief of the Workshop, prepare everything on the other project so I can go check the current values.” The mammet simply nodded and then retired to forward his orders.

Brucie then took his time to look over the usual and normal operations across the island, slowly making his way up the path, spending some time taking care of the animals he had decided to keep inside a corral as well as checking over some of his crops — even if he had made sure the mammets knew how to take care of them the way he would.

He begins to walk towards the latest workshop made, as he begins to climb up the small rocks of the makeshift path, as this zone is not yet fully developed — and soon he sees the small building that is the workshop — and so the former Warrior of Light enters the building and takes the stairs, going up and then stopping upon a small table, his gaze then falling upon a bed, hastily put together and then a body resting atop of it — Ardbert’s body.

Frankly, he shouldn’t be doing this — he shouldn’t have asked Vrtra for permission to talk with the alchemist and figure out how to make his own simulacra. He shouldn’t be relying on ancient magic he knows nothing of — but he has ever been selfish and wanted more than he should have, and also has lose far more than anyone should endure.

“It is done.” A voice says to his side and so Brucie barely moves his head to look behind him. “…It’s not perfect, it’ll never be perfect…I think. I can’t assure you it’s going to work properly and that…something is not going to go wrong.” Fray’s voice sounds worried, but Brucie knows this worry is not about Ardbert, is about him, about Brucie himself. “…As grateful as I am for you actually thinking about yourself…are you sure this is the best option?”

Brucie sighs and grabs his Azem crystal. “No.” He admits. “…But I am tired of losing and never getting anyone back.”

With sure steps, the miqo’te approaches the bed and the body resting on top of it — a simulacra, a simply facsimile of what Ardbert actually looked back when he was alive, and yet this had to be enough of a vessel to house a soul, or what remains of it.

Brucie places the crystal on top of the body’s chest and then he kneels, clasping his hands together in pray and closing his eyes. “…Ardbert. Come back to me.”

[abimee]

sorry to ardbertwol shippers but whenever i see any art of that no matter how emotional all i can think about is ''how likely is the wol to try and suck their own dick and claim theyre trying to suck off ardbert''

[master-carpenter]

I do have a loving husband, but…

[cidhighwiind]

🌕 reflections 🌑

[nijohirjesyho]

[lupisdarkmoon]

Starlight

(Minor Endwalker spoilers in text)

Did you have a happy epilogue, hero?

[captainqster]

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Ardbert/Male Warrior of Light

Summary:

Shortly after resolving to kill the Warrior of Light, Ardbert, the Warrior of Darkness, comes across his quarry alone and vulnerable. But these two fated men are more prone to connect than they are to clash.

[flamepoem]

09. friable

contains spoilers for 5.0, pre-amaurot. continues from aberrant. 

*

It was so much harder to breathe when Light was filling every single part of your body, just barely consuming you completely. Amira hadn’t expected any less, but to feel it first-hand was way more difficult than she had thought. She was more than used to hiding the pain she felt, to smiling and insisting that she was fine even though she felt as though she could crumble at any moment, but this time it was hard to pretend. This time it took every single ounce of her effort to not give in to the pain that racked her whole being, right down to her very core, and that only made it all the more exhausting.

It didn’t help that with each breath she took, Emet-Selch’s voice echoed in her head, as if every single ache she felt wasn’t enough of a reminder already.

“You still retain your form and your senses...but you have all but become a sin eater.”

A living being warped by primordial light. She still had control of her mind now, for sure, but it wouldn’t take very long until she became like the rest, overcome with a mindless instinct to maim, to destroy, to kill.

“Whether you will it or no, your mere existence will serve to engulf the world in Light.”

Weakly, she slowly tugged the glove off one hand, looking down at the skin that had turned whiter than ever before, at the scales that had turned completely gold. Those on her face, as well as her horns, had begun to change color as well, but there was no point in bothering to hide it now, not when her friends already knew of her corruption. And yet that did nothing to hamper the shame she felt, did nothing to dissolve her desire to cover herself up completely and hide from them, so they wouldn’t have to look upon a failure like her.

She was supposed to be the Warrior of Light, wasn’t she? She was supposed to be able to handle this. Why couldn’t she be stronger? Why couldn’t she keep it together? Why - 

“Beating yourself up again, are you?”

The sound of Ardbert’s voice no longer startled her - it was a constant to her now, after all, a source of comfort whenever she felt as though she had sunk too low to get up on her own; if anything, not hearing him interject whenever she was feeling like this would’ve taken her by surprise. Relief washing over her at the welcome distraction, Amira turned to look at him with a smile, but felt herself freeze instead at the expression he wore - sad, concerned, pained, as though he could feel what she was feeling. Somehow, that look on his face hurt more than everything else.

“Sorry, it’s just… It’s hard to stop.” One would think that she should’ve gotten much stronger by now, after everything she’d faced to get to this point, and while she had certainly grown from the green adventurer of years past, sometimes she still felt like the child she had always been, fragile and weak. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in an attempt to soothe her nerves, and instead winced at how the mere act felt like fire scorching her lungs. “It’s… It’s getting worse.”

He was the only one she could admit it to, and he knew it. He frowned as he looked at her, not wanting to say out loud that he could see it getting worse - her very being, almost overflowing with Light, fraying at the very seams. It felt as though a single touch would make her fall apart completely, body and soul shattering into nothing but dust, and it made a part of him glad that he was nothing more than a shade, that he couldn’t actually hold her and risk breaking her, losing her.

And yet…

And yet, there was another part of him that mourned it; a part of him that wished he could touch her, even just for a moment, to let her feel that he really was with her, to reassure her with even just a friendly pat on the back that he was right by her side no matter what. But there was nothing he could do about it, was there? He was a ghost, and no matter how much he willed it he would never be able to feel her, not even once. Had things been different, maybe...

“I’ll be okay,” Amira said before he could open his mouth again to speak. Ardbert looked at her and saw her smile, that smile he knew she wore when she wasn’t fine but insisted that she was anyway. He felt like objecting, but he knew that this was her way of trying to keep herself going. It wasn’t ideal, but it was what she did to keep herself from falling apart, and he couldn’t take that from her; after all, he knew better than anyone that this was what heroes did best, enduring and enduring and enduring because there was no one else that could get the job done but for them. No matter how much pain they felt, no matter how much suffering they went through, no matter how much they had to sacrifice of themselves to save those that needed them, they held on, and endured. “Just a bit more, I think, and it’ll be over… Besides, I’ve got you with me, don’t I?”

“Of course you do. I promised you that.” The words felt somewhat bittersweet on his tongue, but that didn’t make them any less true. He steeled himself then, for her sake, and reflected her smile with his. “You’ve got me, all the way through.”

[mirukiz]

Drew some of my friends wolships for xmas c:

[may-coops]

some Ardbertwol for a friend

[cidhighwiind]

logs in to post ardbert/j'immy pics and then runs away