Wol'shtola Week

[tataruweek]

Tataru Week 2026!

Announcing the prompts for the second edition of Tataru Week!!

Day 1: First Meetings / Light

Day 2: Moon / Hats

Day 3: Family / Nourishment

Day 4: Monster / Knight

Day 5: Party / Paperwork

Day 6: Emotions / Linkpearl

Day 7: Future / Promise

Day 8: #TataruDay (free space!)

Hope to see you all there!!

[end-of-blade]

ANNOUNCING #ZENOSWOL WEEK! (2025)

What is #ZenosWoL Week?

It's a week where a list of prompts are given for each day, tailored just for Zenos/WoL! Anything goes, gposes, art, fics, anything! I kept most of the prompts quite vague as many of us have very diverse WoLs and I wanted to cater to everyone that I could for this.

Additional information under the cut.

THE RULES & GUIDELINES:

Tag only as #zenoswol week or #zenoswolweek

No hate speech

No underage/rape scenes

NSFW is allowed, but tag accordingly

Non-WoL OCs are perfectly acceptable, as is Zenos/NPC!

This event will also be hosted on BlueSky!

[ffxiv-fandom-calendar]

Wolcred Week ♡ (@wolcredweek.bsky.social)

Hello! I am very excited to announce this year's annual Wolcred Week event! This is an event centered around WOL/OC ships with Thancred Wate

[wolshtolaweek]

one time thing?

I had hoped to make WolShtola week a year event, unfortunately because of Mississippi Lawmakers and their backwards ideology, I no longer have access to Bsky and therefore cannot log into the account.

I know the immediate answer is VPN, however software costs money and it is not something readily available to me. (see my continued living situation)

If I could, I would happily pass on the account to someone who would continue, but as it is, I'm not able to log in to change anything.

At best, I can continue to use Tumblr for the Y'sthola appreciation week, but I simply refuse to move to twitter.

[woliangerweek]

Hooray! It's the fith annual WoLianger Week! June 15-21, we want to see content of your WoL x Urianger ships! You can choose one prompt for each day, do both, or combine them! No rules, just tag content as needed. Use #woliangerweek / #woliangerweek2025 and we'll reblog it! ✨

Prompts are as follows:

Day 1: Solution | Time

Day 2: Beast | Memorial

Day 3: Knight | Nine

Day 4: Trial | Royalty

Day 5: Life | Death

Day 6: Witness | Water

Day 7: Grief | Eternity

[robynostornwyn]

Wol'shtola Week - Day 6: Angst

Everything was light and movement. Eternity stretched onward, time and space had no meaning. Y'shtola floated along the current without any control or tether to the world she once knew.

A sharp yank upon her soul, and she was falling. Everything was all of a sudden heavy as she was forced into a dark unconsciousness.

She woke with a start. Her body was stiff and her senses overloaded - wait her body? Everything felt wrong, or maybe for the first time in a while everything actually felt right? The darkness enveloped her.

“Hey, it's ok. You're ok. I've got you.”

A voice cut through the chaos. She had to focus, get her bearings. She felt her body (it was her body, wasn't it?), felt the bed beneath her, the soft clothes against her skin, the hand holding her own.

“It's going to be alright, just breathe”

She knew that voice.

“Robyn?” barely a whisper. breathe

“Yeah, I'm here. I've got you.”

She strained her eyes trying to make her out, make anything out. But all she could see was darkness. Why was it so dark?

“Well it is the middle of the night, but I can get another lantern if you would like?”

“Another…”

She can't see? She is supposed to see, right? The light, the movement…follow the current. 

She gripped the hand tightly.

“Where…what happened?”

“Do you remember the banquet? You collapsed the tunnel and apparently tried to teleport out, and have been stuck in the lifestream ever since. It’s taken us months to find you and get you out.”

The banquet? Robyn in chains. Blood pouring from Raubahn. Running through the tunnels beneath the city. Her mind raced - light and movement.

A second hand grabs her arm, pulling her back.

“I should go get the Seedseers, have them make sure you are alright.”

“No!” She grasps the hand harder, the desperation of her own voice ringing in her ears. “No, please…please don't let go.”

“Ok. ok, I've got you.”

Robyn's big hands envelope her own. She focuses on that touch, as her mind reels. 

Eventually Robyn shifts. Never letting go, the bed dips and strong arms pull her in tightly. She presses her forehead against Robyn's chest as she tries to make sense of it all. 

Teleportation into the lifestream. A desperate act that didn't work quite as intended, and cost her sight in the process? But she was alive. She would figure this out.

The rhythm of Robyn's breathing was soothing to her frayed nerves, her own breaths slowing to keep pace until she calmed enough to drift into a calmer sleep.

"Good morning Robyn, has there been any change...oh!"

heh. well well, sister, what have we here? 'A talented colleague' indeed.

[scionshtola]

wolshtola week day six - angst

“In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been?’ I say, ‘I’ve been lost but I’m here now. You’re the only person who has ever been able to find me.’” - Sue Zhao

[nhaneh]

Wol'Shtola Week 2025 - Angst

- "How am I supposed to live without you, now that I've been loving you so long?

- "This part of me I leave with you, my dearest. Until the day we meet again upon the shores of the aetherial sea."

[tahri-nhupuju]

Day 6 — Angst

While waiting for Tahri and the others to return from the golden city, Y'shtola frets and worries. Then, something disastrous happens!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65701951/chapters/169553164

[wildstar25]

WolShtola Week 2025 - Day Six - Angst

Waiting.

[lambs-tears]

#WOLSHTOLA2025 WEEK

day one: day one: greetings 🖤 Y'shtola meets a peculiar duskwight woman and starts to take a bit of an interest~

The click of her boots echoed through the air as she made way across the metallic Solution Nine floors towards the Backrooms. Y’shtola was eager to learn more about the dire situation unfolding before them. She went alone on this occasion, requesting to review the information gathered by their newfound companions. She intended on acting as a bridge between the two groups when her own comrades were apprised of the situation later on.

With a brief exchange, Y’shtola was allowed entry to the Backrooms. She entered a room full of computers, various technology, and brightly lit screens. She sensed familiar company amongst the crowd. Cachuia went to greet her as Shale and Genolt busied themselves at their respective work stations. She couldn’t help but notice a particularly new aura as well. There was a duskwight elezen woman with deep obsidian skin and hair, and soft blue eyes behind heavy eyelashes standing amongst the crowd. She stood closest to Shale, someone she had met previously when speaking with Cachiua as she was first introduced to their headquarters. The elezen woman was partially behind a set of monitors at a computer desk with her arms folded across her chest. Her aether was dense in a way that reminded her of Sariel and Dhoro, two other Warriors of Light that she had spent her years traveling with closely. She couldn’t help but to let herself linger on her presence, curious. She eyed her from across the room discreetly as everyone else spoke around her. She absorbed the information being disseminated, an in-depth dive into what Earthen Sky knew most recently of Preservation.

The elezen woman kept her head cocked away from the group as a whole, keeping her dusty blue eyes on the room from the side and pretending to not be as involved as she was. She was an Alexandrian citizen named Vivianite (or ‘Vi’) who was just a toddler when the dome appeared, now in her early to mid-30s. She was relatively shorter than Shale, her slouched posture not helping. She had enormously wide elezen ears, adorned with various piercings and stretched lobes. Her black hair was sleek and bound up in a partial bun-ponytail in a lazy attempt to keep it out of her face, revealing that the bottom half of her head was shaved. Her eyebrows were perpetually scrunched into a scowl, making her crow’s feet and under-eye bags more pronounced. She wore a mall goth style of all black with the occasional dark blue snuck into the details. In reality, she assisted Shale in breaking into and mining data for Earthen Sky. She was more accustomed to sitting in the back offices with the company of the backlight of the computer screens. Today she ventured out at Shale’s request, knowing this was a detail-oriented meeting about some of the most recent discoveries of Preservation. They wanted to hammer out some of the finer points before releasing more to the Warriors of Light that arrived from Tural to assist.

The drive and motivations of Earthen Sky were important to Vi, but most of the information being shared were things she had scrounged and scrubbed for herself. That was when she would find her mind drifting away. At this point, she had spaced out a couple times, the occasional intense stare fixated on the ground. She had redirected her attention discreetly enough, paying attention especially when Y’shtola shared her opinions and thoughts on the matters.

The Alexandrian duskwight couldn’t help but let her gaze linger on the mysterious miqo’te sorceress who had waltzed into the room with a magical confidence. She loved when a woman who knew who she was and what she was doing. It meant that she knew what she wanted and wasn’t going to waste her time. Vi wanted her attention, she wanted to be worthy of her time. Or maybe pretend she was good enough to trick this beautiful sorceress into wasting her time on her for at least a little while. Oh, how she immediately wanted a chance. A chance to do it right, or just a chance to fuck it up just to experience it all. Either way, she couldn’t help but to let her mind wander searching for possibilities. More so wanting to do better, she tried dashing away the thought of being an asshole all over again. She couldn’t help but to let her mind wander on her own imperfections and how she’s learned to manage them in all of her years of discovery. Maybe she could be different, maybe she didn’t have to fuck it up.

Y’shtola noticed the way the new-yet-familiar person held herself within the group, uncomfortable with being towards the center so the beautifully mysterious duskwight stayed on the outskirts. The way that Vi checked out from time to time reminded her of times that she also had to participate in meeting that she had already knew the information being shared as a whole, or had been completely bored with. What did she know? Is she a force behind the scenes or simply unengaged? Y’shtola couldn’t help but theory-craft for just a moment, knowing the capabilities of the people she knew with such similar aether energy.

Concluding remarks had been made, final questions elaborated upon, and future plans had been laid ahead. The next steps forward were just in front of them.

“Apologies,” Y’shtola redirected her gaze, “while this meeting has been quite productive, I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced.” Her lips curled into a soft smile; it was undeniable that she was directly facing Vi.

Cachuia gasped and apologized for their collective rudeness and forgetfulness. Vi’s heart jumped, she knew quite well that she was the only person who had been never met her before, “Vivianite, but everyone calls me Vi.”

“Oh, there’s no need for apologies. Greetings~” Y’shtola chimed, “I’m Y’shtola,”

Vi gazed into her beautiful clouded eyes for just a moment longer before breaking away, not wanting to give herself away. She tried and barely succeeded in keeping her composure, “Nice meeting you.”

Y’shtola giggled at the way she stumbled, “Til next time. I look forward to working with you~”

Y’shtola turned and left, ushering herself out with good-byes and well wishes til they all meet again.

[lambs-tears]

#WOLSHTOLA2025 WEEK

day two: day two: fell first/fell harder 🍂 After a long night of work, Vi decides to work up the courage to ask Y'shtola on a date 💻💤

Y’shtola and Vi had spent more and more time with one another as events within Heritage Found and Tural unfolded. They had spent many late nights next to one another, Vi collecting data so Y’shtola and Shale could make sense of it. While Shale was a good hacker, Vi had mastery. Her fingers were lightning fast and her mind was sharp. On the other hand, Shale and Y’shtola were much quicker and accurate on the analysis and sense-making front. Once Vi had scoured enough for the evening, she’d join them in reviewing the information, although not as fast as their trained eyes.

At the end of one of these nights, Vi had offered to walk Y’shtola back to the living quarters that she’d been using during their stay in Solution Nine, something she’d done more often as of late. Shale had left about an hour prior, retiring to bed for the night after their hard work. Y’shtola had a small temporary apartment in the residential quarters at the insistence of Queen Sphene. It was teetering on the late of night and the break of dawn. Vi lingered at the foyer, the area where they usually split for the night to catch some rest. Y’shtola noticed the change in her routine and turned to ask if anything was wrong.

“Shtola.” Vi spoke up, hands clammy.

“Is something amiss?” Y’shtola questioned, her heartbeat quickening slightly.

Vi cleared her throat slightly, “Can I—May I walk you to your room?”

Vi stumbled over her words, obviously nervous but trying to hide it. Y’shtola noticed the warmth of blush tingle her cheeks as she teasingly replied, “You may,”

They made way up the staircase, Vi rehearsing in her head as they walked together. She felt like her heart was beating in her throat. It had been a while since she’d try to ask anyone out on a date. A few years, she didn’t quite want to count. She had forgotten how nervous she could get, but tried fighting it off—keeping her cool.

They arrived to Y’shtola’s residence, the two women faced each other as they began to say good bye for the evening, parting ways.

“My thanks for the escort this late into the night.” Y’shtola’s voice was soft, energy spent from the day and having enjoyed the quiet walk to her quarters. She felt comfortable enough around Vi to speak so casually, so softly.

“Anytime you’d like, I’d be happy taking you home,” Vi responded, trying hard to keep her eye contact with Y’shtola but couldn’t manage without averting her eyes in some manner, nervousness fluttering in her chest.

“Oh?” Y’shtola smiled at the offer, covering her mouth with a delicate hand for a slight giggle.

Vi’s heart felt like it could implode, “by Gods, she is adorable.” She couldn’t let the moment pass by, she took a short breath in through her nose, “Y’shtola, would you come have coffee with me? On a date?”

Y’shtola wasn’t exactly surprised, but she still found her heart skipping slightly. The two of them flirted a little bit here and there, spending more time together as of late… She could entertain the idea and could give her a chance. She was quite pretty, and intelligent. Y’shtola had her own apprehensions, but a date… A date could be nice.

“That sounds lovely,” she replied, smiling ear to ear, “Where to?”

Vi found herself straightening her posture, brightening up at hearing her positive response, “A café in True Vue! Right around the corner from the Backrooms. I’ll walk you there, but not too early. How does ten o’clock sound?”

The sleepy and giddy miqo’te smiled at the suggestion and consideration for her rest, “It sounds delightful,”

Vi hadn’t felt this excited in a long time, maybe the world wasn’t so bleak after all, “I’ll meet you downstairs in the lobby.”

She looked down at her feet, trying not to dance in excitement before they parted for the night to not seem like an absolute fool. Vi cleared her throat, “Good night, til tomorrow,”

Y’shtola giggled, “Good night~”

She turned and entered her apartment, heading towards the dresser so she could change into comfortable pajamas to sleep in.

Vi turned away in kind, not wanting to seem too desperate. Though she lingered, waiting for the click of the door to release her breath. She took a few steps, heading down the staircase and towards a different building, where her small apartment resided.

Y’shtola had changed into one of her favorite large sleep dresses, lying on her bed with her eyes fixed upwards at the ceiling. She was wandering in her thoughts, fond of Vi and wondering about what to wear for tomorrow. She found herself twirling her hair and kicking her feet, perhaps she fell harder than she thought.

Vi kept her cool until she reached the safety of a closed front door. She jumped into her bed, fully clothed and grabbed a pillow, clutching it tightly to her chest. She felt like a school girl, asking out a crush for the first time. She squealed into her pillow, overwhelmingly excited that she was given a shot.

She kicked off her shoes and stripped down to her underwear, tossing on an extra large t-shirt to sleep in. She crawled into bed, a dumb smile plastered on her face so much that it began to hurt. She had fallen hard, head-first.

[lambs-tears]

#WOLSHTOLA2025 WEEK day three: job swap 🔫 Give Y'shtola a gun!! alternate under cut!! <3

[lambs-tears]

#WOLSHTOLA2025 WEEK day four: date night 🕯️🌃 All dressed up, all eyes on her 🖤

[lambs-tears]

#WOLSHTOLA2025 WEEK day five: intimacy 💘 Velvet and lace~

[lambs-tears]

#WOLSHTOLA2025 WEEK day six: angst 🖤 A bit of angst, more so comfort 💕

The scent of bergamot, vanilla, and teakwood mingled and filled the air. Vi’s black lip-stain left small remnants behind, dabs of little black kisses trailed from Y’shtola’s jawline down her neck, beginning to waltz down her collarbones. The two women panted soft breaths between their kisses. With wandering hands, the softest moans escaped their lips as they got more and more entranced with one another.

Vi and Y’shtola had been on a few dates through Solution Nine at this point, spending occasional nights together. Tonight, they stole away to Vi’s place in the Residential Sector. They had already made way to the single bed in her apartment, some clothing slowly becoming undone and littering the ground around the bed.

Their kissing had become a bit quicker, a little sloppier and wet. Hands began to dance across one another’s bodies: caressing the inner thighs and breasts, squeezing the hips, fingers mingling in soft hair, firm grips on the ass.

Y’shtola and Vi pulled back for just a brief moment to catch their breaths between their adorations for one another.

The miqo’te woman’s face was flushed, she cupped Vi’s face with one hand and with a love-struck look on her face, she cooed, “You’re so cute, Vivi~”

The duskwight woman’s heart burst into fireworks, she could feel electricity tingling across her skin as she caught her breath, she blurted out, “I love you,”

Y’shtola was slightly shocked at hearing the confession. While they were dating and having occasional sex, Y’shtola had put off the idea that Vi had interest in starting a legitimate relationship between them, that she loved her.

She pushed back slightly and Vi was immediately trying to mend the situation before it unfurled completely.

“I’m so sorry, it was supposed to be special. I just—I…” Vi tried explaining.

“It’s not that it’s not special,” Y’shtola started, a heaviness to her voice that she hadn’t heard before was present.

“I tend to… fall for people from other Shards. I’ve lost them all due to time and distance, and I don’t know if I’m prepared to be that vulnerable again.” she continued.

She sighed heavy, ruffling her own hair in frustration, “And I apologize for stringing you along…”

Vi looked down at the floor, hurt but hopeful, then back up to Shtola, “Then let’s make a pact: no matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other."

Y’shtola groaned softly in frustration but tempered it not wanting to be an asshole when she also felt so softly for her as well.

“Tis not a promise I haven’t heard before. I’ve bonded with a sweet hrothgar man, Runar, and well as a dashing memoriate turned voidsent named Zero. They both promised to find their way back to me, as I did them.” Y’shtola explained with a heavy heart, “And yet I’m alone yet again.”

Vi realized her mistake. She kind of knew about Runar and Zero from some chatting with Y’shtola, but not that they were also from other Shards. Vi started with a different approach that she hoped would be more befitting for Shtola’s needs. Vi cared deeply and didn’t want to mess up any more than she already had. She saw the softness in Y’shtola’s heart and that she was just afraid. A scared kitten, hissing and afraid. Afraid to be vulnerable, afraid to be hurt, afraid to be loved romantically.

“No longer will you be alone. The Ninth fused with the Source. You and your team of experts can confirm that information, and they already have. While you traveled the stars to reach them, like the goddess you are, this time is different. My world is yours now, and yours mine.” Vi took one of Y’shtola’s hands on her own, cupping in between her own palms, “Someone can come to you for a change and I refuse to leave, unless you tell me to.”

Y’shtola smiled, tightening her hands around Vi’s, “You’re right.” She scoffed but in a manner that seemed almost like a laugh as if she felt silly for forgetting such relevant information, “I don’t believe that we could return Solution Nine and Heritage found to the Ninth, even if we tried.”

Vi couldn’t help but grin, seeing Y’shtola’s worries fade, especially knowing that she helped her feel that relief and comfort, “Good. Good! I don’t want to go back. Gods, I barely remember what life was even like before we landed. But I don’t care, I’m here now. With you.”

Y’shtola smiled wide, biting her bottom lip as she reveled in how precious it was that Vi was so dedicated to her, “Now where were we?”

The miqo’te pressed close to the elezen woman, leaning in to kiss her large pointed ears. Vi’s heart began to pound quickly against her ribcage, wrapping an arm around Y’shtola, unlacing her dress with soft fingertips.

Vi giggled, smiling, “Oh, yes, I think we were about here~”

Vi slipped her hand down the small of Y’shtola’s back, wrapping her fingers around the base of her tail and beginning to stroke her soft delicate fur. Y’shtola’s body began to vibrate as she purred under her lover’s fingertips. She started to nibble on Vi’s ear in response, her soft warm lips juxtaposing her sharp fangs. They ended that evening, like many to come, wrapped up in each other’s loving arms, neither lonesome any longer.

[senigata03]

Wolshtola Week Day 6: Angst