#adhelin

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

ADHELIN THE MONSTER SLAYER

by Albert Urmanov

[kanye1975]

bruh i miss your pap, i miss ur text, i miss ur voice, i miss ur notif, and i miss all about u

[alexkestavin]

❤️💔

Alex chuckled before he’d gulp down the rest of his whiskey. His eyes moving to look out the window, “Probably the only woman in Stormwind I fear in all honesty. But I certainly respect her. I’ve heard things here and there. Also seems as if she’s settled some in the recent years. I feel as if I was a noble there’d be something between her and I. But she’s a good woman. Cares for her family. Always does the best for them. She’s strong as hell. Never underestimate her. Likely to end up face first in the dirt that way. She’s filled the role of Matriarch of House Holt well. And I believe she’ll continue to do so. Couldn’t think of anyone better for the job.”

( @adhelin )

[mender-emilia]

💭💭💭

For every 💭 I receive, I will write one thought my Muse has had about yours.

  “… she is stunning, in so many ways.” 

  “I don’t know if I want her to notice me… or stay invisible to her.” 

  “There are worlds going on in her thoughts no one will ever know.”

  Bonus: “She’s the first Holt, who’s made me proud to bare the name.” 

  {{ @adhelin }}

[ravenkult]

Adhelin the monster slayer Episode 6 by Albert Urmanov https://www.artstation.com/artwork/Krm43G

[brian-wellson]

💭

Here is a woman who hides her darkness well – Adhelin Holt. I’ve looked her dead in the eye, and we’ve stood toe-to-toe. She has killed people, and done so without remorse – yet I can sense the unutterable lurking beneath her serene demeanor: the passion, the implacable drive. As they say, it takes a killer to know a killer. Should we ever cross paths again – and we may, as we are two members of a little club of the disenfranchised – I’ll come unarmed.

(( @adhelin ))

[householt]

[Nádiá: i'd like to RP this toon in this guild, i just don't know how she'd fit

[Adhelin]: when do you have time to alt? Never.

[Nádiá]: truuuuue

[Adhelin]: Please hang up and try your call again, this is a recording.

[Nádiá]: you know what Addy

[Ceruszael]: beeeeeeeeep

[Nádiá]: I got nothing

[Adhelin]: #winning

[quarkmaster]

Adhelin the monster slayer

Personal project part one:

ARTWORKAdhelin the monster slayerby Albert Urmanov

https://www.instagram.com/alby_the_world/

Albert Urmanov

[lorraine-lemieux]

Save the Date

Lorraine Lemieux leaned over her Mistress’s desk, offering her the proof sample of an eggshell colored cardstock with it’s blue lettering and gold embellishments embossed into it.

“Your Grace, could you please approve this?” She asked, pausing a moment to allow the other woman to look it over, her thumb sliding over the names on the page before she offered a singular, authoritative nod.

“Yes, thank you Lady Lemieux, that will do.”

With a bow of her head, Lorraine took the card back and within twenty four hours, duplicates were sent all over the kingdom to family and friends alike.

@adhelin @vladimirbaustent

[ceruszael]

Meet the Castellan

► Name ➔   “Ceruszael.” ► Are you single ➔ “Yes.” ► Are you happy ➔   “I am content.” ► Are you angry? ➔  “Rarely.” ► Are your parents still married ➔   “Deceased.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Present day southern Silverpine Forest, Lordaeron.” ► Hair Color ➔ “White.” ► Eye Color ➔ “Lichfire.” ► Birthday ➔ “No longer relevant.” ► Mood ➔ “Calculating. Inquisitive. Disillusioned.” ► Gender ➔ “Male.” ► Summer or winter ➔ “Winter.” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Morning.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “No.” ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Yes.” ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “Death.” ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔  “Yes.” ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “No.” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “No.” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “Yes.” ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “What’s left of it.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Love.” ► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Dogs.” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “A few.” ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Neither.” ► Day or night ➔ “Night.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “No.” ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “No.” ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Yes.” ► Wanted to disappear ➔ “Often.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Eyes.” ► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Shorter.” ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔  “Intelligence.” ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “Neither.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “None remain to get along with. Once, yes.” ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “A vexing existance.” ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “No.” ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “No.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “No.”

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “No.”

► Who is your best friend ➔ “What passes for it, Adhelin.”

► Who knows everything about you ➔ “None living.”

Tagged by: @adhelin

Tagging: Any of y’all nerds what haven’t done this and are reading it.

[jacob-holt]

Dinner With a Side of Nerves: Part 1

(A collaborative RP with Lorraine!)

And here it was.... dinner time. 

It was six bells past the noon hour and Jacob Holt was waiting near the gazebo behind the cathedral. Just where he'd asked Lorraine to meet him. He was dressed well per usual, with tan slacks and a collared sweater. But instead if nice shoes? He wore his hiking boots. 

His hands were tucked into his pockets as his head was tipped back, studying the evening sky as it began to speckle with stars. Gone was his boyish grin and goofy facade, but in its place, an expression of longing and serenity. The quiet-filled evening behind the cathedral was something he reveled in, and he took this time to relish in the comfort of solidarity. That is... until he scented her coming closer. He pretended not to notice or hear her, keeping his attention to the skies. 

She made her way up the cobbled walk, holding herself with erected posture as she approached. If her rose perfume didn't give her away then her shoes certainly did by the soft clack they made with slow paced clack. She stopped behind him, her long hair pulled over one shoulder in gentle waves to her waist. Clinging to her slender figure, was a red sheath dress, with a sweetheart neckline with off the shoulder accents. The shoes were white, strappy and gave her an extra three inches; bringing her to a whopping 5'4".

"Lord Holt, good evening," she chimed softly, bringing her hands together in front of her.

He moved his gaze from the setting sky and turned his grayish blue hues on her, taking a moment to let his eyes wander from her head... to her toes... then back. Yes, he just checked her out. And Light, was she gorgeous. 

He finally moved and made his wave toward her with purpose, smiling all the while with that charming grin that seemed to always be plastered on his face. If allowed, he'd slip one of his hands within hers and try and tug it gently outward, bowing as he placed a light kiss along her knuckles. 

"And good evening to you. I am glad you were able to make it," he said genuinely as he leaned back up, his fingers still lightly curled around her own.

She gently let her teeth clamp down on her lower lip to fight the grin forming on her face. She felt every pass of his eyes over her body and she tried to keep herself still despite her jitters.  Her head bowed, she bent at her knees into a little curtsy when he took her hand. After she stood, she smiled, “Thank you for the invitation, I wouldn’t miss it!” She replied.

His lips quirked to a smirk as he stood to his full height, towering over her by nearly a foot even with her heels. He grinned, then, his hand releasing hers and his arm coming out to offer her to link hers within. "Shall we?"

“Please,” She said. Instead of taking the crook of his elbow, she slid a hand down his forearm and, if he let her, took the palm of his hand into her own. She didn’t mind the height difference, so when she looked up she beamed.

It had been a long time since Jacob actually went on a date with anyone. He was about to speak when-- 

Oh... oh... They were now holding hands. He may have blinked stupidly a moment or two. Jacob had only been trying to be a gentleman, but a sudden anxiety filtered into his chest. 

Holding hands was more intimate than a simple stroll through the city with a woman on your arm. 

He cleared his throat and fought the pressure in his chest, but smiled down toward her and allowed the act, his overly warm fingers curling around her own. He'd have been lying if he said he didn't like the feel of her hand within his, and that beaming smile she gave him? Well, it pushed away all impressions of anxiety. 

"Then let us go. A small hole in the wall place I love to frequent along the harbor is our destination."

She smiled at him gently, “Don’t be nervous,” she said, letting him lead them lead her towards the harbor. “At least, not yet....”

@lorraine-lemieux @householt

[alexkestavin]

Tick Tock

“I wonder what would happen if I kicked that gnome across the square.”

( @adhelin )

[chonkychungus]

Holt Matriarch - @adhelin 

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[brian-wellson]

A missive is received in an envelope secured by a wax seal bearing the Holt sigil and inside is a brief statement about the sudden and unfortunate passing of Lady Adhelin Holt.

Wellson runs his fingers across the seal. He pauses and wipes tears from his eyes. his cheeks. Quai approaches from behind. She slips her left hand onto his shoulder, modest diamond band glistering in the firelight of their cottage. Neither says anything for awhile, the silence broken only by the crackle of the fire and one of their sheep bleating, every now and again, in the small pasture just next the kitchen window. Neither of them speak, instead, reading and rereading the short missive:

“Kindred spirits,” he says after awhile. “We hardly knew each other, but…”

Quai tightens her grip on his shoulder. “I know,” she says.

He clears his throat. “If you hadn’t … if Claire hadn’t …” He bites his lip.

“I know that, too,” she says. She bends down and kisses his cheek, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t know why, honestly,” he confesses. He clicks his tongue. “She was so much like you, dark… I could feel it, you know? The Shadows…”

Quai runs her slender fingers through his short, blonde hair. She reaches down with her other hand, pushing the letter across the table. She pulls his head toward her swollen belly. As he is embraced by Quai, Wellson’s mind wanders back to the first time he had met his deceased friend. Their meeting alongside the canals, and the mutual respect they had extended each other. The fact Addy could have ordered any one of her shadowed guards to detain and kill him at any moment – and yet, she had allowed him to stay armed. He remembers how his Chancellor had asked him to spy on her, and the remorse he had felt as a result; it was something for which Wellson had always wanted to apologize, though he suspected Addy had known that, too.

Quai’s stomach gurgles – and then it happens: the first kick. He turns the missive facedown on their dining table and gazes up at his belovèd. She nods – understanding, agreeing without even asking.

( @adhelin ; @quai-mason )

[maundcr]

open ╱ closed for @moonaed​

location:  the cullen home

⸺   after her shifts at the hospital, adhelina always took  extremely  thorough measures to ensure she never came home with any blood on her person.  it was worth it, reducing the risk of any temptation for her husband when it came to his more primal urges that came with being what they were.  if she were any other nurse, any of the humans she was constantly surrounded by, she would’ve been drawn to exhaustion after her countless hours on shift..  sixteen hours, if she counted correctly.  usually it was only twelve, but with all of the chaos surrounding the body found at the church, things were a bit more hectic than usual.  ( but she wasn’t just any other nurse ).  

⸺  ⸺   when she finally arrived home, one long shower later to leave her squeaky clean, she made her way towards the greenhouse where she heard him tinkering around from across the property.  with only a moment allowed to admire the vision that was rhysand cullen, she couldn’t resist the gravitational pull towards him, one she felt no matter the distance between the two. once she was close enough she wrapped an arm around his waist, lips pressing a kiss to his exposed neck.  “don’t tell me you’re still cutting back the same plant leaves you were when i left you yesterday,”  adheline teased, love laced in each syllable and cheek laid against his shoulder.

[quarkmaster]

Adhelin the monster slayer

Exploring some stories for fun to be continued...

Albert Urmanov