Hollowed

EMMELINE. somewhere along the way you became a glacier, carrying mountains in your skin and miles of tears carving your cheeks hollow. You don’t quite know how this happened and you wonder what the future holds, come up empty, come up gasping for air. Sleep has called before and it will call again. But there are things you have only seen in photos, like my smile ― (The distance between us a bruise or something that hurts when you touch it) And the world owes you more than that so do not rest yet. Ice melts away eventually and surely, you are thawing. "For Haley" | m.c. , 2015

[darkelfslair]

Commission for @hollowgale of her d&d character. It’s been a while since I drew a realistic bust and I always enjoy it soooo much.

commission me ||  ko-fi || deviantart || patreon

[tomis-safezone]

Recent commission for @hollowgale of a really cool d&d character. One of the things that really stand out to me is the burn mark on her neck. I guess you can’t see it all that well, but it’s in the shape of a hand.

It’s the simple things :) Thanks again for the support!

[drogonstone]

Vikings + costume details

[mpdrolet]

[norsesuggestions]

Must steal the warms of animals (fur, leather, wool) to keep warm. Will die otherwise.

Nice thing with sheep! I get their warms without slaughtering them. They are warms reproducers. So good.

Then i do eat them but you know, takes awhile

[hollowgale]

stellatanox:

Katja would hesitate, pausing a moment in her usual hesitancy when approaching the Jarl. But… the world is ending regardless of what she says or does. She’d eventually step forward to settle at the woman’s side, looking out over the frigid mountains that form a natural barrier around the port city. Though their peaks are obscured by snow and clouds, they’re comforting to her as she knows that they stand as sentries against the forces threatening the city.

“If this is the last snow we see… at least there will be none left behind to mourn us, aye? We’ll all enter the afterlife together.” Despite her confident words, the younger woman is scared of the battle to come. Her right hand fidgets absently with the ties of a pouch on her belt, wrapping and unwrapping the string from her fingers; her voice hums with a strange energy born of nervousness and excitement.

     “Aye, that’s some comfort,” the woman replies, stepping over so that Katja can stand comfortably beside her. She herself seems swept up in the bustling port’s beauty-- Forget the blood spilled there, the poverty, the greed. All of which she had worked for so many years to eradicate, meaningless now. Or, perhaps not. Her people had lived, up until this moment, and in the world in which they lived, that alone was an accomplishment. Something to be proud of.

     Her gaze drifts out to the water, and she breathes a sigh out past barely parted lips. “Sometimes the fact that even now there is infighting makes me wish this world would die, if I am honest. But then I think of the women, and the children, and I know that it cannot. Not without a fight.” A pause, and she glances over to Katja idly. “I hope I will see you on the battlefield, Katja. If death waits for us, then I am only sorry you got to live so little of life. People like you and Svanhilda are the ones that I fight for.”

[hollowgale]

;;PSA:

( Wow it sure is a day for rules and notes and such! Anyway after punching a hole thru those starters and emptying my ask box, I’m gonna go ahead and add one more little thing in here. For the sake of my sanity, just going to say that from here on out I’d like to try to maintain only one thread at a time with any given blog. 

I know plenty of people who can juggle multiple, but I’m lazy and I also like to develop a cohesive story/development with muses instead of hopping all over the place. If you want to drop a thread, if a starter isn’t doing the trick for you etc. just let me know and we can decide on a resolution to said thread/write a new starter and move on to something new. 

One-off asks while we have a thread going are fine too! But I’m a college student with a busy schedule that roleplays on other platforms as well, so I’d ask you keep this in mind and be considerate. Thanks! )

[hollowgale]

lokakin:

   “I will.” He nodded at each of her instructions. The same rules applied at his home – though fires were more easily diminished with his father’s magic. A small sigh slipped out; he still felt a little tense, but he had made his decision. “Thank you.” He brought a smile to his face, small but genuine. “Goodnight, Emmeline!”

[hollowgale]

lokakin:

    Despite her asking again, Vali was still hesitant. He had been sufficiently embarrassed already today; and was torn between what would be the least embarrassing. Asking for her to stay now, or let her leave and risk needing her later. He opted for the latter; deciding that he could manage by himself. Vali shifted, bouncing on the balls of his feet for a moment. “I’m alright.” He answered, in a slightly more convincing tone than before. 

     “Alright then,” She agrees with that same smile and a nod. “If you need me call for a thrall- Be sure to put out the candle before you fall asleep, I’d rather not light the longhouse on fire...” She pauses, thinking of anything else he might need. “There’s old clothes in the drawers, that’d make fine bedclothes, should fit fine. Goodnight, lad,” She says with a smile, awaiting his response before stepping out and shutting the door behind her.

[hollowgale]

lokakin:

     Vali nodded quickly in response to her first answer, but said nothing else in regards to that conversation. His gaze followed her finger, and the child took a few quick steps further into the room. Excitement still decorated his face; the whole room - loft included - to himself. Then her question drew him back to the moment. He thought about it; how strange the place was, how large and new – and as excited as he was, there was still a small feeling of nervousness in his gut. 

     “No–” Vali stopped himself, slowly turning to look back at her. He felt childish and small asking her to stay. He rarely asked his own parents to tuck him in. “You… can go.” The answer came with a relatively obvious hesitant expression. 

     The queen lifts her brows faintly-- Bites both lips, questioning him wordlessly before bothering to do it aloud. She nods, and walks to the door, before pausing there with a knowing and maternal little smile. “You sure lad? New place, big place. I don’t blame you if you’d rather I stay, or help you get comfortable.” Fingers drum on the door frame and she waits a few moments more, wanting to make sure she’s not leaving a nervous young man alone in a strange and nerve-wrackingly large room. 

[hollowgale]

lokakin:

    Vali’s lips parted as he was going to ask what she meant, but he paused, thinking it might not be the best idea. Still… the child’s curiosity wasn’t sated. “Cock…?” He thought he had heard that term before, but it wasn’t enough for him to know exactly what it meant. “What’s that? And why is it in his pants?”

    He waited for her answer as they walked, but his attention quickly shifted to the large and luxurious bedroom she was offering him. “Whoa!” Vali ran inside without hesitation, looking around at everything. “This is huge!” He turned back to her, a wide grin on his face. “You really are a Queen!”

     The champion clears her throat, tapping it with a fist as the pair continue on. Vali had, for some reason, struck her as a knowledgeable lad when it came to swears and the like-- So, as tempting as it is to dodge the question entirely or give him an asinine answer, she can’t bring herself to do it. “Y’know, lad, what you’ve got in your pants. Penis is the word I suppose, haven’t used that in a while, hate the sound of it-- Regardless, lets leave it as it is aye? This conversation. Shouldn’t have started it.”

     She’s glad for the sudden shift of interest when they reach Asta’s old room. To see Vali so excited and thrilled, it does her cold old bones some good, and warms her heart. “Aye, and there’s a loft up there,” She says, with a finger pointing up-- Indeed there is, perhaps every child’s dream, a loft meant for storage but easily re-purposed into what Emmeline supposes Asta had figured as a fort of some kind. “Just be careful not to fall. Do y’want me to leave you be for now, tuck you in or something?”

[hollowgale]

adarkenedshadeofblue:

       “ I’d rather you DIDN’T. ” huffed out the God, brows furrowed as he peered over at the woman for a second, a miffed expression upon his face. The thought that Vali DRANK alcohol without his parents there too, he had to admit he did not like it. He had told his son a couple of times too that he should not do such a thing. “ There is harm if there are ground rules that he’s only allowed such if WE’RE there with him. Despite your good intentions, he should have known such. ”

        A shake of the head, a light sigh before he folded his arms across his chest. She did not BELIEVE the words he had spoken, he could see it in the way she stood, the way fingers pinched at her nosebridge. But he decided to wave it off for now. It was none of his concern ( atleast he had wanted to let it go ), however when she so blatantly put down she was Goddess of Women and Pleasure, he could not help but wrinkle his nose, looking down at her.  " Your words might have been a joke, mortal. Mine were not. “ he commented simply before gesturing ahead. ” Show me your place, for I’ve been here not before. “

     “Children will be children, and Vali is but a lad. There is little room for learning if he does not live his own life in his own way,” The queen says to the other’s intent, brow furrowing frown. “Children break the rules, that is what they do- Rules are meant to be tested, parents poked and prodded... Don’t chew his ear off when first you see him again, aye?”

     Arms cross over her chest, a mirror to his own- And it isn’t even intentional as Loki rebutes her words. By Ragna, he is a cocky one- The nerve of a man to look down on a woman even from his height, the warrior queen nearly standing eight feet tall. Still, that look is far from lost on her. It is one of wearisome disdain, and she is tempted to feel the same way about him as he seems to about her. Joking, not joking-- She cares little and does not have it in her to argue. “Sterk’s might, you are a bold one. No matter, come with me.”

     The queen shakes her head with the faintest of smiles on her face as she leads the man onward into her hall. It is a fine longhouse- A roaring fire at its center, grand and sprawling tables marking the way up to a trio of thrones beneath grand banners. Huskarls and Drengr alike eat and drink and make merry, but Emmeline steers them swiftly away from that- Not caring to have her ear chewed any further by a self-proclaimed god for allowing his son to mingle with such. “It’s a grand place, what exactly do you want to see? Your son is most likely seeing to the hounds or the horses with my wife at the moment, it is that time of day, and whatnot.”

[hollowgale]

;;PSA:

( With tumblrs new mobile and xkit free blocking system, it’s worth noting that any replies I reblog uncut while on mobile or a computer without xkit will be tagged the following: ;;mobile replies. ( TBE )

If folks not cutting their posts drives you as insane as it does me, block this tag, or rather, block ‘mobile replies’. When I get home to format posts, the tag is removed and the posts are cleaned up inevitably to save us all some grief. )

[hollowgale]

It's coming down

NOT ACCEPTING.

     And it was. There isn’t much time for either of them if they keep on the way they are– Abandoning the wreckage of the wagon she had dragged him from, the Jarl barely gives him the chance to stumble to his feet by himself before shoving him off to the side and urging him as she does. “Go, move, move!” 

     The mountain is rumbling, snow sliding down in a deadly sheet, and their only chance now is to leg it. Whatever goods or traveling supplies he had been carrying will surely be lost, but that is nothing in the face of a life. Another shove as he stumbles, hauling him along, pressing forward despite the knee deep snow slowing the pair of them– The north is not meant for off roading, not on foot.

[zackkcore]

Trees in the Fog.

[hollowgale]

@xenawarricrprincess liked for a starter.

     Of course there is some trepidation when first the Jarl greets the woman at the docks of the bustling settlement. There are women here, children too, and while there are not many beneath the champion of war that cannot hold an axe or blade, there are still those that are hard pressed to help themselves. 

     The elderly, crippled warriors, babes-- They are all in her thoughts as she reaches out a hand to grasp the other warrior’s forearm firmly and shake. She has dealt with many warlords in her time, and many ‘redeemed’ ones too. Enough so to know that not all will always be as it seems, and so with a doubling of the guard, an altering of naval patrols, and a firm nod of her head, Emmeline smiles, helm tucked beneath her arm and held by her free hand. “You are Xena,” shes says, and the firm shake is released before she steps back. “I am Emmeline of house Hollowgale. I should hope it is a pleasure.”

[hollowgale]

@electrokinetic liked for a starter.

     When was the last time that she’d had the pleasure of sleeping this way? It had been decades, at the least-- By the warmth of a crackling fire, smoke to clear out the scent of the deer gutted and being bled in the corner of the cave, the snowstorm raging outside has granted the champion a brief reprieve. 

     Knowing the mountains well is a blessing rather than a curse, affording her easy shelter in warm alcoves that she’s known and trusted for near a century now. Still, it is the feeling of watching, waiting eyes that wakes her, and she rolls over as though adjusting in her sleep, back facing the entrance of the cave from where they peer. Her hand, out of sight now, reaches for the axe that her back shields from sight. Better to be cautious than to die a trusting fool.