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marlenchen

Good girl. Good girl. SHARP OBJECTS (2018)

#❈ sins of the mother.

sacredwhores

Bertrand Bonello - The Beast (2023)

#❈ duchess of plague.

classicfilmsource

— I'm such a fool. I should have been with a girl like you, Dora. — Don't feel so bad. I'm a funny kind of girl. Quai des Orfèvres (Jenny Lamour) 1947 | Henri-Georges Clouzot

#❈ saint ouija.

bloodsportified

cheryl, what the hell are you talking about?

#what its like talking to duchess #❈ about.

charitydingle

Une femme est une femme / A Woman is a Woman 1961, dir. Jean-Luc Godard

#❈ saint ouija.

ironmaidenhead

THE LOVER Dir. Jean-Jacques Annaud (1992)

#❈ delilah & the magdalene.

edenwilldrown

The Beast

#❈ duchess of plague.

charnel-grounds

The Devil Rides Out | 1968 | dir. Terence Fisher

#❈ palace de magdalene.#❈ visions in crystal and mirrors.

j4dore

well! sungkyu is at a loss for words. in a house with movie stars and extroverts, he never expected to be the one to be sought after. his surprise is worn on his face, his lashes fluttering as he blinks away the disbelief.

“ wait. really? me? ” a perfect gentleman? is sungkyu blushing? he reaches out to accept the bottle with both hands, offering a small dip of his head in thanks. she really has been watching him, huh? does she see how he turns his nose up at the embalming fluid when he has to take it normally? is that why she decided to flavor it? “ that’s so kind of you to bring me something — i love grenadine! ”

one of the few sweet syrups he can taste with little to no issue — did she know that too? duchess — so she is royalty! should he bow more? how should he address her? he hugs his gift to his chest like a treasure — the decorative bottle sure makes it feel that way.

“ uhm, may i ask how you have been watching me? like, with magic? do you get visions like yoojin? ” she seems much too whimsical for regular old, traditional, non-magical stalking. then again, so does felix, so he really can’t be too sure.

saintouija

“Well, I mean, I do get visions, but I have to induce them. It’s not an innate skill for me, and it isn’t how I know you. I watch you through the mirrors, actually.” She does not clarify what this means or how she does it. “I keep tabs on Zero and his circle. I first saw you soon after you moved in here.”

She’s smiling now, encouraged by his friendliness. Perhaps she should have expected it: she has yet to see him treat any stranger unkindly. Still, her heart pounds in her chest, nerves aflame. Her confidence hasn’t completely returned to her yet. She can’t help but dwell on how pitiful and stupid she must have looked when he first laid eyes on her.

“I liked you immediately. Of course.” As far as she can tell, everyone does. It’s easy to like him; it comes naturally. “I know this must all be very strange. I had a much cleaner introduction in my head before, but the dogs scared it away with their barking.”

She dares to flutter closer, eyes flickering briefly to the seam at his throat. She wants very much to touch it, but fears being too forward—and it would be awfully rude to make such a request so soon. Quickly, she redirects her attention back to his face, his eyes.

“Your stitches look very elegant in person,” she says. He probably saw her looking; she doesn’t want him to get the wrong idea about why. By all accounts, he’s insecure about them. “I think they’re just lovely.”

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percyfraser

ROMAN HOLIDAY 1953 — dir. William Wyler

#❈ saint ouija.#❈ palace de magdalene.

j4dore

it’s very rare that one finds themself alone at zero’s house, or at least that’s sungkyu’s experience. maybe it’s because he has always chosen to orbit around one of the many people who call this place home, maybe it’s because he might as well be sewn together at the hip with yoojin and usually goes with him anywhere. there is peace in the quiet, but it’s lonely too — he doesn’t like it as much as he thinks he should.

so he pushes the furniture of his room off to the side, pulls yoojin’s full length mirror out of the closet and balances it against the wall — a makeshift dance studio of his very own, stuffed animal onlookers lining the dancefloor. he finds comfort in their lifeless staring eyes, in their sewn together seams. just like him. shorts and a high cropped shirt, his own seams on display. he doesn’t find them as repulsive when he dances. maybe this can be a way to finally accept what’s happened to him, to learn to love what he has become.

he hadn’t even had a chance to break a sweat before he can hear the dogs barking over the music in his headphones, not that he could break a sweat if he tried anyways. he peaks from the door, figuring it must be one of the many residences finally coming home. sungkyu is prepared to wave, to smile and welcome them home.

but he pauses. who is this? no one can truly look out of place here, and yet somehow she does. it’s as if she jumped right off the pages of a fairytale novel, or maybe a gothic horror. he looks down at himself, his exposed seams, then back at her and her distress. mortification — how would she react to seeing them? should be go back in his room and change before he intervenes? oh, what to do!

“ whoa! puppies, 조용히 해주세요! ” sungkyu finally scurries from his room, still hastily pulling the hoodie over his torso as he begins to herd the dogs away from the princess (?) in the hallway. “ i’m so sorry, they get so excited to meet new people they just don’t know what to do with themselves sometimes! ”

he decided to distract them with rawhide treats — it works like a charm. one treat to each of them and suddenly they have no interest in what’s going on around them. the corpse boy offers another apologetic smile before dipping in a small bow.

“ are you here for someone? i’m the only one here right now, but i can show you the library where you can wait if you’d like! ”

saintouija

She is startled by his sudden presence—startled and humiliated. This is not how this was supposed to go. Her first instinct is to flee. There are mirrors everywhere; she could be gone in an instant. However, something keeps her in place. She can’t tell if it’s intuition, a higher power, or simply a freeze response; whatever the case, the result is the same.

Duchess rubs her eyes, hoping to mask the bleary threat of tears, and watches Sungkyu guide the animals’ attention elsewhere. His smile puts her a little more at ease, reminding her why she came here in the first place. She thinks of her terrible lonely vision and makes a conscious commitment to see this through.

“Thank you.” Her voice is smaller than usual. She clears her throat and forces herself to hold her head high. “I’m afraid I don’t know how to handle dogs very well. If only it had been the lion instead, then… Anyway, actually, I—oh, this is just awful, I wanted to make a better impression—I came for you.”

She wrings her hands, nervous. Now she doesn’t dare look into a mirror. The sight of her own insecurity will only worsen it. Awkwardly, she dips into a curtsey.

“I’ve been watching you for some time now. I think—I think you are a perfect gentleman, Sungkyu, and I’ve—well, I’m on this divine mission…” This is no way to clarify things. Suddenly she’s inarticulate. She tries to laugh her frustration away, hiding behind her hair. “I wanted—I wanted to meet you, is the point. I’m Duchess. I’ve brought you some embalming fluid to drink. I’ve seen you sipping on it. Um, I added some grenadine, I hope that’s alright. It didn’t smell very pleasurable and I wanted to bring something that would taste nice.”

She retrieves a bottle from within the folds of her dress and offers it to him hopefully.

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seidkonaz

julia marvel as the mycelium goddess, designed by victoria demarco and photographed by eryn price-ornsby

#❈ saint ouija.

Duchess often has the thought that the only good man is a dead man. Sungkyu appears to be proof of that.

She has spied on him the same way she’s spied on everyone else, intimately acquainted with his personal dramas despite never meeting @j4dore face-to-face. She likes him. In fact she likes him very much. Even with the threat of literal decay hanging over him, his heart lacks the same rot as his companions. He is gentle and kind, though of course not without complication; even so, his complications do not tarnish him. He does not marinate in his faults the way so many men do. He has a profound, tender worthiness that glows from within.

Not since Salem has she seen a boy so pure of spirit. All this time she thought he was the only one. It gives her hope to find another.

Today she has decided to finally meet him. When she drank the visionwine, she saw far more than the genesis of her temple. Her eyes were opened to the truth of her life. She saw herself hiding in the mystic womb of the palace, wandering always in a state of dreaming, and it frightened her how alone she was. The necessity of connection struck her violently. You will be loved, a great snake with many heads whispered to her, but to be loved you must be witnessed.

And to be witnessed, she has to go outside.

So here she is. She waited until all the others were gone and stepped through a mirror into Zero’s abode. The house is quiet. Outside, she hears the distant cries of peacocks.

Duchess peers back into the mirror at her reflection. She takes a moment to smooth out her dress and arrange her hair so that it falls over her shoulder to show off its length. Suddenly she feels nervous. She doesn’t belong out here in the world. And her reflection leaves a lot to be desired: she looks so much more beautiful in her own realm. She considers abandoning this quest altogether, but she doesn’t get the chance. Sweet Thing, Zero’s dog, has materialized in the hallway, and is displaying a trait typical of its malamute breed: vocalization.

This, in turn, alerts the other dogs, who bound over and join in on the racket. The noise is overwhelming and it comes from all sides. How many dogs does a demon need? Duchess regrets everything. She buries her head in her hands and tries not to cry like a child. Dogs, especially loud ones, have always made her anxious.

She does not see the bedroom door open.

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