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IL Y A 346 ANS | L’empoisonneuse "la Voisin" est brûlée en place de Grève ➽ http://bit.ly/Empoisonneuse-LaVoisin Le 22 février 1680, le feu scelle la fin d'un commerce criminel. Vers 1677, la Voisin distilla, sous le masque des oracles, poisons et sortilèges, l’affaire entraînant l’arrestation de courtisans, l’installation de la Chambre ardente et un procès retentissant. Après quatorze mois d’instruction, le bûcher dévore l’empoisonneuse
@deshayes ( victor ) — OPENED THE BOX ( x ) .
there is no reason to be surprised at the subject of this beckons — it was intended to be a toy, after all. “ i arrive upon your request, vicious little fiend — though you’ve no use for such baubles. your trespasses are without intent, and you have so little flesh to rend as it is. there is no glee to be found in aggrieving you, mischievous one. ” there is a palpable fondness present, in this creature’s various excrescences, faintly reminding them of some of the children born in hell’s wards.
@deshayes said: ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 & 𝐣𝐞𝐟𝐟
𝐉𝐄𝐅𝐅 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 of the futility of words here. he has never been verbose, not even close. he has always lived too much in his own head. and certainly not now. not here ；where a moving tongue is more a death sentence than anything else.
so why does he speak? in truth, jeff isn’t all that sure himself. he holds the suffering of others too steadily on his back — a burden of his own doing. once a seed is planted, it begins to consume him whole ；from the inside out. a lifetime of keeping his head down has taught him to suffer, not to speak. perhaps it is the conviction he feels when he looks upon her face, or perhaps something else, that does not allow silence this time.
❛ maybe not, ❜ he replies with a meek half-smile that fades all too quickly. he is not deceived nor mistaken ― he is not the hero of this story. there are no heroes in this story. he knows this well by now. ❛ you’re strong enough to help yourself. ❜ jeff makes this observation with unstable eye contact. up to her own eyes, and back down. feeling much smaller than himself. ❛ nothing’s gonna change until you do. ❜
L'empoisonneuse Catherine Deshayes dite la Voisin jugée pour l' "Affaire des Poisons" sous Louis XIV (circa 1640-1680) évoquée lors de la visite-guidée “Le Marais et ses Femmes Mythiques” de Marine Chaleroux - historienne - pour l'association Des Mots et Des Arts, mai 2018.
"Les Trois Rendez-vous" court métrage de et avec Philippe de Broca, Édith Krausse et Charles Bitsch (1953) et avec Robert Deshayes, juin 2025.
@deshayes sent : [ ALONE ] for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood.
charlotte stands in the doorway of the gideon meat plant — or at least, the entity’s near exact replica of it — and blood covers her from head to toe. it’s enough to grab amanda’s attention, at least. eyes widen a fraction from where she sits at her workbench, shifting on her stool so that she can better face the other woman. oh, DAMN. what the hell happened there? “ come here, ” amanda says softly, reaching for one of the rags laying atop the table. it won’t do much, considering all the crimson that charlotte deshayes is currently covered in, but it’s a start at least. she’s almost expecting charlotte to REFUSE, even despite the way that she had come to HER in the first place. trust is a funny thing ; amanda is all too familiar with that. still, when the other killer does as she’s told and comes to stand before amanda, the pig cannot help asking, “ what happened? ” the question is gentle, amanda standing and reaching to start wiping some of the blood off of charlotte’s face. there’s an unspoken inquiry there : IS IT YOURS OR THEIRS?
@deshayes sent : here comes victor, hopping on ethan's shoulders.
he’s never encountered the twins before now, but when he hears it, the SCREECH of the smaller one ... he realizes that there’s a first time for everything. the little guy — victor — runs and attaches himself to ethan’s shoulders, catching him where he had been crouched by one of the chests. however, instead of panicking like the other survivors do, ethan merely stands still. hands, blackened with mold, rise, but they do not grab at victor to roughly fling him off. instead, he’s gentle ; hands try to carefully remove him, try to carefully pry him away from where he’s attached himself to him. he’s not going to hurt him — even if it involves getting caught, he’s not going to do what the other survivors do to him. in ethan’s mind, it’s just ... WRONG.
@deshayes / cont.
his french is not great. he’s fluent in other languages, but french was something he couldn’t pick up-- though luckily it was similar enough to spanish, so he knows sort of what she’s saying when she does speak. romance languages were sometimes a blessing. she’s straight up asking him for the truth and leon isn’t sure how to tell her that.
“ yes. it does, “ it’s the truth and that’s what he figures she’d appreciate the most. “ i think you deserve to smile. the entity is not kind to most women and i just think you deserve something good. you deserve smiling, laughter, pleasure, “ he trails off, looking over at her. “ but we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. “
