#Queen of Diamonds

[queenofdiamondzxo]

♦️: 𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖍 𝖉𝖞𝖒𝖊

[kalolasart]

Evil Queen Helena of Diamond

Wanna play?

[arty-e]

Kingdom swap Lazuli and Alexandre as hearts

Diamond colours

[porcelain-requiem]

Here's a throwback to when I made the four Mario princesses into the playing card Queens for fun back in 2014.

Peach is the Queen of Hearts ♥️

Rosalina is the Queen of Spades ♠️

Daisy is the Queen of Clubs ♣️

Shokora is the Queen of Diamonds ♦️

And for those who don't recognize Shokora, she is a princess from a Wario game. Some people presumed she was an OC of mine, but she isn't. She belongs to Nintendo.

Enjoy!

[lyrakanefanatic]

UMMMMM WHAT 😭💔💔

UNHAPPY MARRIAGE??? YOU MEAN HER UNHAPPY RELATIONSHIP WITH 🤢DUNCAN🤢???

AND THE FACT THAT IT SAYS “they can sacrifice for those they love” HAS ME THINKING, WHAT IF IN TGG SHE HAS TO SACRIFICE HERSELF FOR HER FAMILY?? NOT SO HEROICALLY I THINK BUT I MEAN WHAT IF SHE GIVES SOMETHING OF HER OWN UP TO PROTECT HER FAMILY??

i am not ready for the grandest game to come out because then that means we’re probably gonna have more sad savannah scenes 💔 (and her finding out about what really happened to her dad)

[oxventure-text-posts]

[qof-diamonds]

Why does everybody here have

- Mommy/Daddy issues

- Trouble with their body

- a twisted view on the world

- no motivation to live

- Attachment issues

(the list goes on...)

(-KO♦️)

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Pajarito in a cage ♦️

One shot written in a spur of a moment, because I had an idea and an evil OC hyperixation. Also something different than birdies for 7000 hits ^^

Summary:

The Evil Queen of Diamond Helena has defeated the Clover Kingdom and took many prisoners. Prisoners she likes to toy with. However one stubborn pajarito is not so keen to kneel. A challenge leads to a beginning of a dangerous game...

The illustration is the Queen of Diamonds Helena card

Evilena lore before the one shot

Type: One shot

Word count: 1104

Song: Ariana Grande - Dangerous Woman I listened to this on an unrelated note, but found it fitting.

Ao3 link

The attack on Clover was a success. How could it not be? Helena had planned it for years. She would say that it was for the good of her people, that the lands of their enemies were more fertile, that they could help Diamond grow. The truth was she wanted to play, wanted a challenge and wished to see her strategy come true. It was just her way, whatever Helena had planned it always worked out her way. Any disappointments… they did not happen, she could not recollect any. She was not emotional, only calculating. That was why her behavior seemed strange even to herself. 

Why would she go down to the cells, where she kept her imprisoned enemies? Most of them feared her, those were boring, but then there was this one man, whose stare was colder than her own. She sensed hate just emanating from him. He had every right to despise her, the man was one of the captains, one of those most powerful in Clover and yet all it took was taking his baby sister, who did not know how to use her magic to make him squirm. Helena paid specific attention to that family. Their mother used to be friends with Helena’s and helped her in the time of need. That was why Helena decided to not kill, or maim the siblings. It was a token of gratitude, if she ever had that feeling. 

Not really, Helena bounced off from excitement, getting intrigued and strategising. She would choose her next prey and when that one yielded, she would move onto her next one. However her current prey was being… difficult to say at least. 

She ordered her staff to leave her alone as she walked down the stone stairs through the insides of the mountain that the Diamond’s Royal Castle was built on. Her long red sleeves touched the steps dripping from them as in a river of blood. A river that she had certainly filled. Her heels echoed on the stones. The prisoners knew who was coming. 

When Helena finally reached her destination she smirked. It was not the kind type, confident, cocky, arrogant, but never compassionate. She did not have this kind of emotion.

“How are you doing pajarito?” She chirped as she approached a cell. This one was separated from others, special. Her little birdie in a cage. Birdie whose lilac gaze wished to execute her on sight. It amused her. 

The man was standing up in the more shaded part of the cell. A small ray of light hit him reflecting from a collar on his neck. A piece of clothing he refused to get rid off. She was curious, because she would wear a collar of her own. A silver one. Did the man have something to hide? She looked at his shaded posture. He was slim, maybe not the tallest one, but taller than Helena. His palms were clenched into fists.

Cold. 

Helena felt an excited chill go down her spine. 

She approached the bars, a confident smirk on her face.

“Say hello pajarito. You’re a Royal, you should know basic etiquette,” there was no answer from the man. “You’re silent,” she accentuated the fake sad note in her tone. “It’s breaking my heart.”

“We both know that you do not have one,” a low voice came from the shadows and cut through the air.

“He speaks?” Helena chuckled. She let her hand linger over the bar, before gripping onto it. “Come closer pajarito. Your queen commands you.”

“You are no queen of mine,” he would not listen.

“Ouch,” she sobbed, gripping another bar with her free hand. 

Slow footsteps and the man came out of the shadows.

He wore a white tunic, ripped in a couple places. Even though Helena provided him with some new clothes, he had refused to wear them, so the staff continued washing that same old tunic. Clothes of his House. Prideful birdie. He had long, silver hair. It was let loose and while the lower part fell down his shoulders, up front messy strands covered his straight nose and narrow lilac eyes. They were pretty, like gems Helena adored. Diamonds were a girl's best friend, especially their queen. Thin brows were furrowed and the man’s lips pressed together. Sharp chin, defined jawline.

He looked her straight in the eyes. Once again no fear. Her prey was stubborn.

“Why are you doing this?” The man hissed. 

“I don’t know what you mean pajarito,” Helena smiled innocently, pressing herself closer to the bars, letting them touch her chest. She felt their cold on her skin. Exciting, especially since the man’s eyes followed and just for a moment hung upon her shapes. She was satisfied. Yet another perk to wearing revealing clothes. 

“You keep on pestering me,” a sharp tongue that birdie had. 

“Pestering? I would say you should be honored, that I dedicate my time to come see you pajarito,” Helena smirked. She let go of the bar and went even further, moving her hand between the magic nullifying rods inside the cell as if to caress the man’s jaw. 

A split of a second. It was enough for the man to grab and yank her at the bars of the cell. Long fingers were wrapped around her wrist. Helena hit the bar with her nose, her head spun a bit and arm hurt. 

Drip, drip.

A metallic taste of blood reached her lips, her own blood. It was boiling. She looked up, her gaze dangerous. The man kept on holding her arm, his touch was forceful, digging into her skin and flesh. Lilac eyes focused on her and they would not drop. 

“Let me go pajarito,” she spoke sweetly.

“That is not my name,” his tone was low and had a slight hoarse to it. 

“I know,” Helena said. “However, you've never introduced yourself to me, so I gave you a nickname. It’s affectionate pajarito.”

“Nozel,” he hissed. 

“Nozel,” Helena repeated, accentuating the syllables. 

“The eldest son of the Royal House of Silva, captain of the Silver Eagles,” the man continued.

“Helena,” she stated. “Helena Drazel-Almaz, the Queen of Diamond. The pleasure is mine, Nozel Silva.”

Forcefully the man let go of her arm. 

“Begone,” his voice was bitter. 

Helena pulled her arm back. She shook it to get some blood coursing again and smirked.

“I’ll indulge you this time paja- Nozel,” Helena lowered her voice. “But don’t worry I’ll be back.”

She turned around ready to leave.

“Don’t,” a sharp voice reached her.

Helena chuckled. Part one of her strategy accomplished. Her prey started talking to her. 

[kellyaroman]

My Audrey Horne Queen of Diamonds illustration is now available to purchase as a print! Available in two different sizes in my shop! :)

[coolmiaw]

Howin Queen of Diamond

[a-casual-egg]

"I'd like to help Miss Edie with her traveling cases."

[queenofdiamondzxo]

♦️: 𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖍 𝖉𝖞𝖒𝖊

[alkcomics]

Saw Nina Menkes' Queen of Diamonds (1991) last night, the only one in the theater. The last shot stuck with me so I had to do a quick rendition from memory. There were some very stunning shots of light. The valley in darkness, the saturation of the mountains, the bleakness of the sky here was one of them.

Been doing color studies from film screenshots as warmups... out of my comfort zone stuff. These two are from Frank Hebenlotter's Frankenhooker (1990).

Currently at the "fighting the materials" stage but I'll figure out the right technique to use as I go along. Maybe start with a digital notan study, then a values study, then colors? That breaks my brain less, so I haven't wanted to go that direction. Really trying to push comfort zone and block in shapes wholly in color with a brush. We'll see how this continues!

Picking colors from sight (not the eyedropper tool) and mixing those colors to blend has already been very insightful. It's been a long time since I used acrylics. The end products here aren't valuable in themselves, just the process so far.

[arty-e]

Lesbians in chemise

[thedepartmentofdiscoveries]

[neigeange]

Audrey and Cooper as lana del rey lyrics

i had to share. this will be long ..