QUEEN OF SPADES SEMI-HIATUS

Dux Femina Facti  ⚜ Milady de Winter ⚜  ❛ Poverty was repugnant to her; degradation took away two-thirds of her greatness. Milady was only a queen while among queens.❜

[dewintr]

conscience makes a cruel companion. // ind. priv. sel. milady de winter // written by dory // highly book-based with influences from bbc’s the musketeers // semi-active 

[jxzabel]

*drops this here* 

[jxzabel]

announcement - ; after much thought, i’ve come to the conclusion that with my mental health issues, the abusive but conflicting environment i’m living in, and the constant stress due to university chaos, i can’t keep my creativity up nor do i have the energy to keep any blogs other than my personal updated. my communication skills have plummeted to near non-existent, and i’m avoiding everything that may put a strain on me. if anyone wants to stay in touch, feel free to follow me on my personal blog. i’m not going to be very active on skype. i want to thank those who’ve spoken to me, and for being amazing, and making me so happy. you really mean a lot and i often think of you & carry you in my heart. ( personal ) 

[loveandddrevenge]

This is already wild

[detectivepubehead]

BASED ON THE BOOKS BY ROBERT GALBRAITH // INDEX

[jxzabel]

ok but on another note; milady, the Assassin™, leaving clues to taunt whoever’s pursuing her because she’s Egotistical™ & she’s p much daring her/him/them to delve deeper & try to figure out who she is, little truths dropped inside lies -- like rlly just give me a good crime story 

[jxzabel]

outofcharacter; honestly, i’m so surprised to find out that i’ve been using roleplaying as a coping mechanism, esp when it comes to some characters, including milady, & how much of my mental health i’ve transferred onto the characters i play --- like .... it’s odd but at the same time ??? nice ??? like writing things down is really eye-opening, idk does anybody else do that? 

[jxzabel]

psa; okay, but just a heads up that if i suddenly disappear into oblivion & stop replying to IM / skype, it’s nothing personal. most of the time, i really, really, really want to talk to people & shower them with love, but my mind is Actual Trash™ & it does this thing when even the slightest change at home, or my inability to focus, or any sort of struggle i may be facing causes it to shut down. it has nothing to do with how much i enjoy talking to people, it’s just how my mind works. i swear that if i follow you then i really want us to talk, & i’m hearty-eyeing your blog hard. please be patient with me, i know it sucks being left hanging, but i can’t control these mood swings & the way my mind reacts, i’m extremely sorry for causing such inconveniences & just :/ 

[jxzabel]

                 ‘  i  take  it  you’re  not  here  for  games,  ezio  mine      ’   there  was  something  undeniably  playful,  beguilingly   innocent  to   her  voice  --   a  perfectly  charming   act.  &  yet ,  beneath  the  raspberry  blush  tainting  her  cheeks,  the  veneer  of  feminine  meekness,  there  lay  concealed  a  predator:  a  creature  of  dark  &   humid  places,  of  gluttonous   appetites  &   devouring  temptations;  there,  in  the  wreckage  of  a  wasted lifetime,  there  between   the  shreds  of   a  past  she   had  sworn  to  never  forget,  there  it   flourished.  ‘   how  may  i  be  of  service,  then?    ’   what  sweet deception!   a  voice  that  spelled  surrender,  a  smile  that  painted   a  spectacle  of  coyness.

@invictusmanet // starter call* 

[jxzabel]

outofcharacter; i’ve noticed something really interesting, but every person called ‘hannah’ is an actual gem ?? like all the hannahs in my life bring me so much joy?? i don’t know how but this name is blessed & the people carrying it are angels personified 

[betterthankanyebitch]

[its-a-different-world]

Aesthetic

[jxzabel]

i appear in s3

character development: perfected

redemption arc: completed

husband: dead

i am poorly removed from the narrative

[diiscotechjuliet]

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Black Mambo | Glass Animals

paperback dreams in their deep doze

twitch their toes to black mambo

[jxzabel]

(<3) "Remember who you are."

meme  ;  accepting  ;  @invictusmanet​

         there  was  something  detestable  about  the  man-wrought  notion   of  virtue,  something  putrid   about  the   waft  of  arrogance  that  came  after  every  heroic  deed.  how  many  men  had  she  seen  covered  in sheen  of  pride?  sweltering  beneath  the  gilded  satisfaction  their  own  egotistic  chivalry  brought,  drenched  in  their  own  importance. sweat  &  blood  –  their  ink,  their  muse,  their  inspiration.  &  how   they  wrote  – tales  (  a  mock!  )  of  gallantry,  how  they  spelled  –   phrases  like  the one  he  had  just  uttered.  as  if  he  knew  —-          what  did  he  know  of  the  sharp  hiss  of  her  anger, of  the  cauterized  cavity  left  after   the  ruins  of  love.  what  did  he  know of  venom-soaked  slang   after restless  nights,  of  the  wasp  buzz  of  thoughts  – the  madness,  the   fury,  the  feverish   delirium  emptiness  conjured.  how  astonishing  it  was  –  for  a  man  like  him   to  claim  to know  HER.  to  know   how  to  create  a  glistening  masterpiece  of darkness  from  a  piece  of  wood  &  a  single  rope . she,  in  her  most  human  form;  she,  in  her  most  primitive  form  –  half-tigress,  half-woman, a  leash  of  memories  around  her  throat. 

         she  knew  what  most  men  expected  from  a  situation  such  as  theirs.   &  yet  –      ❛   i  never  forget   ❜  it   was  instant;  the  flick  of  a  gloved  finger,  the  blinding  blast  that  followed,  the  splash of  red  across   cobblestone.  this  was  who  she  was  —  white, deafening  rage.  

[jxzabel]

sneaky starter call -- length, selectivity, etc may vary! 

[jxzabel]

❝ would you change who you are, if you could? ❞

meme ;  @aandcuriouser  ;  accepting ! 

         there  was  an  odd  sort  of  comfort  in  decadence  –  the  slow  but  certain  corruption  of  all  that  was  once  innocent.  there  was  no  action  more  wholesome,  truer  than   the  betrayal  of   a  past  – that  smirking  destruction  of  all  that  was  once  held  dear  by  the  heart.  & what  a  perfidious  organ  that  was  –  glaringly  red  with  anger,  swollen  by  its  bloated  appetite  for  revenge.  was  there  truly  anything  more  rotten  than  the  human  heart?  a  cardiac  sack  of  squirming  maggots.  was  there  anything  more  perverse  than  it?  more  eulogized  for  its  feigned  warmth?  &  how  could  she  –   she  whose  meticulous  schemes  revealed  a  sublimated  mind,  whose  very  nature  defied  any  caprice  of  the  heart  –  how  could  she  fall   prey  to  it?  to  the  childish  yearnings   for  an  illusion  she,  herself,  had  created?  of  all  men  she   had  played,  of   all  fools  she  had  deceived  with  powdered  blushes  &  extravagant  acts  –  her  games  had  fooled  her.  the  feverish desire  to  return,  to  a  time  that  never  was,  to   replicate  a  mirrored  reflection  of  silly  dreams  –  out   of  reach,  false, right  cast  as  wrong.  had   she  not  learnt?  she  will  never  be  anne de  breuil,  nor  the  comtesse  de  la  fere.  change  was  her  salvation,  change  was  her  damnation.    

         so  she  smiled  at  the  question  –  sharp  teeth  concealed  behind  painted  lips.  there’s  a  certain  fragility  to  silence;  a  moment  of  almost-revelations,  of  tender  intimacy,  a  moment  that  spliced  together  thoughts  &  voice.  gloved  digits  traced  the  ribbon  across  her   throat  –  a   habit  most  deemed  coquettish  (which  suited  the  well-wrought  façade  she  wore  ),  yet  held  a  far  deeper  meaning  than that.  ❛  what  a  peculiar  question   ❜  a  hum,   a  deliberate  pause  –  silence  ricocheting  off  the  spillage  of  words.      ❛  &  yet  i  can’t   help  but  answer  it  with  one   of  my  own  –  do  we  not  undergo  constant  change?  ❜  evasion   –  smooth,  purposeful, nonchalant.  

[jxzabel]

outofcharacter; i’m only here for a couple of minutes, but everyone please go read @simply-milady‘s drabble that killed me & follow courtney because she’s actually Milady de Winter, and I will be forever in awe by her understanding of Milady & her connection with her --- it’s the highest form of mun/muse connection i’ve ever seen, and everything she writes makes me want to cry; i’ve never been hit so hard by someone’s writing as i am by hers, so yes, pls go appreciate courtney & her bond with Milady while I actually lie down & sob