#countess perverse

[weirdlookindog]

Alice Arno in La comtesse perverse (1975)

#la comtesse perverse #countess perverse #alice arno #1970s horror #1970s movies #1975 #jesús franco #horror #exploitation

[strangememories]

#countess perverse #1975 #lina romay #astonishment

[videoreligion]

Happy #FrancoFriday ! Countess Perverse (1975)

#Countess Perverse #Jesús Franco #Clifford Brown #Jesus Franco Manera #exploitation film #sexploitation film #cult cinema #70s #gif #gifs #my gif #my gifs #jess franco #jess franco friday #franco friday

[dearorpheus]

Are there any non-fiction you can recommend for people who are fascinated by your blog (especially the elements of dark eroticism, morbidity and horror)?

🖤 love that you are loving!

i will try to stick to non-fic (also refraining as best i can from re-recommending texts from previous asks but there is of course bound to be some overlap): - The Severed Head: Capital Visions, Julia Kristeva -> read about Aubrey Beardsley's illustrations for Salomé (x, x)

and supplement w Baudelaire's Une Martyre "in which the narrator lovingly contemplates the beauty of a woman's severed head at rest upon a nightstand"

- Masochism: Coldness and Cruelty & Venus in Furs, Deleuze - The Sadeian Woman: And the Ideology of Pornography, Angela Carter - Aesthetic Sexuality: A Literary History of Sadomasochism, Romana Byrne - Perverse Desire and the Ambiguous Icon, Allen S. Weiss - "Must We Burn Sade?", Simone de Beauvoir -> read also about Erzsébet Báthory, the Bloody Countess. supplement your readings with Borowcyzk's Immoral Tales (1973), Julie Delpy's The Countess (2009), Alejandra Pizarnik's La Condesa Sangrienta and/or, if you have the stomach for it:

Lorna's death in Hostel Pt II (2007), inspired by the Countess^

- Anaïs Nin's diaries + Henry and June - Abject Eroticism in Northern Renaissance Art, Yvonne Owens

Hans Baldung Grien "gave powerful visual expression to late medieval tropes and stereotypes, such as the poison maiden, venomous virgin, the Fall of Man, 'death and the maiden' and other motifs and eschatological themes, which mingled abject and erotic qualities in the female body"

- Satanic Feminism: Lucifer as the Liberator of Woman in Nineteenth-Century Culture, Per Faxneld - The Library of Esoterica's Witchcraft - the biographical Taschen on H.R. Giger's oeuvre—biomechanical, Lovecraftian-tentacular fused limbs, bodies, systems, overtly phallic/yonic symbology, darkly psychedelic... very much fantastically erotic; I have my eye on the 40th Anniversary Edition

Giger, as we know, having designed the xenomorph from the Alien (1979) series to have an intensely sexual evolution:

- DEFINITELY read about+explore ero guro (see also: Bataille's L'histoire de l'œil / Story of the Eye! though it is fiction)

brief introductory articles here and here but it's truly so rich and decadent... delve into it!! film, lit, manga, history, so on... -> watch Nagisa Ōshima's In The Realm Of The Senses (1976) too

- if you can read French by any chance, Le Corps Souillé (The Soiled Body) by Eric Falardeau looks incredible; if not, this excerpt alone is delightfully provocative even in isolation - similarly, L'espirit de plaisir: Une histoire de la sexualité et de l’érotisme au Japon (The Spirit of Pleasure: A History of Sexuality and Eroticism in Japan) by Philippe Pons and Pierre-François Souyri is something I'm hoping might see an English translation

^an excerpt from an interview with the authors

- The Art of Cruelty + The Red Parts, Maggie Nelson - Crucial Interventions: An Illustrated Treatise on the Principles & Practice of Nineteenth-Century Surgery, Richard Barnett - The Butchering Art, Lindsey Fitzharris - Death, Disease and Dissection, Suzie Grogan - The Theatre and Its Double, Antonin Artaud - Men, Women, and Chainsaws, Carol J. Clover - House of Psychotic Women, Kier-La Janisse - The Monstrous-Feminine, Barbara Creed - Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers, Sady Doyle - The Lady From The Black Lagoon, Mallory O'Meara

#that's all that comes to mind for now! loveu anon #asks #eroticism #horror

[darkestprompts]

Do you have any headcanons/interesting observations for the 3 royal Bloodsucker bosses, Baron, Viscount and Countess?

Observation: full offense, making the Baron a hunchback was a shitty writing decision. You can make a XVIII century inspired area without using XVIII century ableist cliches.

I headcanon him as a sadistic little bastard, but one that got considerably worse for constantly trying to please and entertain his noble patrons. He gained access to power and status through his own perversity, and that turned a petty, mean-spirited cunt into a full-blown monster.

I have mentioned this headcanon before, but I like to think that the Countess is something more than a regular transformed bloodsucker, more akin to the Heart of Darkness, and she is just the embodiment of The Blood when it needs to act personally. The Blood connects the infected and the Countess is at the center of that web.

I also find it hard to believe that the Ancestor handled her on his own. Since she still remains alive after getting drained and that was the catalyst for the Crimson Court to come to life, I choose to believe that this was just according to keikaku. The Blood wanted to spread and find new vessels near the Heart of Darkness's cradle.

The Viscount is not very inspiring compared to those two, much like his fight is the most underwhelming of the three, so I got nothing for him.

#darkest dungeon #asks #anon #crimson court #crimson curse #dd countess #dd baron #headcanons

[zorawitch]

No one ever talks about Dracula's Daughter and that's a total mistake. With all the love for Dracula and its queerness that this website has, we shouldn't dismiss it, and we should actually be talking about it more.

The Hays Code became a thing in 1934. It banned suggestive nudity, sexuality, and any romantic orientation other than heterosexuality from being present on screen. Dracula's Daughter was released in 1936. It contains all three of these things to a certain extent. It was rejected by the British Board of Film Censors in the original drafts. Production Code officials even stated to Universal (who produced the film, as yes, the protagonist is technically a Universal monster) that they needed to edit a certain scene to erase any and all indication or reference to a "perverse sexual desire on the part of [Dracula's Daughter] or of an attempted sexual attack by her upon [a female victim]."

And yet.

Onto the silver screen in 1936 CE walked Countess Marya Zaleska, daughter of Dracula, heavily inspired by Carmilla and the Bram Stoker scrapped chapter Dracula's Guest. Her bisexuality extended far beyond merely subtext. She does enthrall many of her male victims by explicitly seducing them, and at one point requests that a woman she asks to pose for a painting strip down to her undergarments before being overcome by (blood)lust and going in for the kill. It's rumored that in earlier drafts, she would have been given a heavily implied interest in BDSM, but there's no confirmation of that. She does have a scene with another woman that has been referred to as "the longest kiss never filmed." She is the earliest sympathetic vampire on screen.

Is the story hokey? Campy? Not particularly scary? Yes. But I think this movie deserves to be equal in renown to its source material. It inspired the vampiric works of Anne Rice. It is theorized to have inspired the films Sunset Blvd. and Nadja.

Watch the film and put some respect on Marya Zaleska's name.

#there is a bar in the vampire lestat named after her. she deserves the world. #countess marya zaleska #marya zaleska #gloria holden #dracula #dracula's daughter #a.t. shrieking #film history #queer cinema

[supernovafeather]

Allies With Benefits (18+)

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Content : rough sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, anal sex, swearing, reader slaps him but that's part of some weird courtship rituals for them they're used to it dw they're into it, body changes (weight loss), really soft allusion to dubcon.

Summary : As countess of a minor planet, reader had to find new ways to get things done. She decided to use her body to seal an alliance with Leto Atreides.

A conqueror behavior had nothing to do on any planet other than yours. Where you were born, it could be justified by your bloodline and justice. Here, on Caladan, it could only get interpreted as insulting and egoistical. And yet, he loved it.

Not that people appreciated your attitude much, but their Duke did. It took him some time, but once alone with him, you felt more than great at the thought of stepping on his land, on his way. Your confidence eclipsed any unwanted thought. Doubt ? That was for the weak that used to always find an excuse for their pathetic behavior and failures. Now that you understood what it meant to embrace power fully, you had no will to let it go. For so many years your own people used to shame you about your appearance, behavior, and skills. No matter how hard you tried to make yourself understand and respect, they didn't care. Despite your benevolent nature you chose your mother's path, a bloody one. Yet, they still kept on disrespecting you. So you changed everything about you to adopt that appearance they would both fear and fantasize about. If they had to look up at you with hatred, at least they would do it with that lust and powerlessness in their doomed gaze.

Leto Atreides had felt… confused about it all, you saw it. He was the only one not to disrespect you when weight remained an insisting parasite in everybody's conversation about you. In theory you should respect him but that only made him the easiest to try to step on. Losing weight was one thing, and keeping control over the dark sides of your personality was another one. You wanted to outlive that image they had of you. You had enough of them, of their judgemental gazes that made you lower your eyes.

"Give me the men I asked for, and the both of our people are going to…" you started as you stepped up to him with a warning glare. "I won't give you anything my Lady. You are in no right to demand anything from my House after your… questionable behavior." He answered. "Who do you think you are to even try to make me abandon my own people ?" "I don't think I am the Duke of Caladan, I AM the Duke of Caladan, if that may bring you some lacking information about your own predicament." He snarled. "Your role is to obey and remain at your place instead of acting impulsively."

Rebellions over and over. You had had enough of them, so you chose a more brutal approach. Blood got shed and your whole personal changes supposed to turn into tools that would make you look like the distinguished lady they wanted to see turned into ones matching your perversity when it came to death and dignity. Order and discipline were desperately needed and that asshole didn't see it. That man you used to admire, that family that used to make you feel jealous over yours failed you.

"I do not care about your titles, I want you to act upon that mess reigning over my land, over my ancestor's land like you promised." You whispered with a hateful gaze. "I want you Leto Atreides, to respect our agreements instead of running away like a useless scared child would before a storm. That same storm is going to wipe us all, please act upon it."

You did not care about that mix of anger and hunger all over his face as you walked up closer and closer to him until pressing your chest against his. Since the day you appeared for the first time as slim, you noticed the way those men's gazes changed around you. Those useless pieces of shit begged to get stepped upon despite themselves claiming how deserving you were of a similar fate for the greatest good. For balance, for culture, for justice. And yet here they were, begging you silently to let your hands close around their neck, asking you to castrate them with your bare hands. They moved to declare you war in one way or another just to feel your wrath coating them in lava.

"I won't send you my men." He said.

You hated that heat spreading in you as his steely eyes locked with yours for good. Leto Atreides - by the Gods, an Atreides himself - tried to resist his own urges around you. Unthinkable a few months ago. He was about to regret his stupid choices. You would have been there baring his own child by now if only he were as loyal, open minded and kind as he claimed to be. He was not that different from them all.

"Do it." You muttered. "Why ? I won't condemn them to a certain death just because you asked like the spoiled child you are. Stop begging me my Lady." "You will be the one begging."

The firm hand grabbing your neck almost chocked you as you ended up pressed against the nearest wall, the Duke's eyes trying to take control over your exchange.

"I won't allow you to decide of my soldiers' fate." He warned you with a slight head tilt. "Who do you think your are to demand such things?" "The lady that has nothing to lose but her dignity. Is that too much to ask for," you breathed out.

His hand tightened its grip around your throat and for a second you started to panic. It hurt but you got your composure back as his features hardened as his lips almost brushed upon yours.

"I would be ashamed of acting this way my Lady. Your blatant disrespect, both for me and yourself is inconsiderate." "Are you accusing me of something? I am not the one strangling a lone woman in a corner of my chambers." You squealed. "You asked me to condemned over a thousand soldiers to death." "And you are about to get convinced by me and me only, as deaf you are to my people's suffering as you are."

For years you cursed those powerful and beautiful women for using their body to get what they wanted but now, you realized how invincible that tool was once you learned to use it in an appropriate way. You learned how to kiss men sensually thanks to your servants. You learned to moan the right way to make blood leave the brain they like so much to brag about. You learned to roll your hips against them to initiate some wicked desire in them even if they remained fully dressed. So, you used all those weapons against him and even pulled on his curled and greyish hair as he kneeled before you. You savored your victory as you glared at the wall before you, feeling his hot and shaky breath covered by your dress as his tongue and lips played with your thighs with sloppy kisses. All your unholy whispers and moans were enough to get his all mighty hands all over your legs freshly shaven for this night just in case, his mouth sucking on that spot full of nerves making you rub your entrance against his beard.

Then came the moment you cried his first name out when his tongue invaded your wet and already pulsating entrance, his own eagerness multiplied indefinitely as your thighs closed around his face. You felt each of his motions, the way his face rubbed left and right to increase the pressure against your flesh, the sucking sounds, and that warm tongue getting all this juice out off you to suck it in. Your body arched against the wall, and your eyes opened to see nothing at all as warmth spread all over your body. Only your muscles responded to his ministrations as you felt a finger finding its way behind you, inserting itself into a place where it shouldn't have any right to go into. You didn't say anything, your mouth open and silent as that tongue continued on torturing you so delightfully. Then that wet forefinger that started to dig its way up inside of your butt made you snap back to reality. You wouldn't let your Duke have you like that. You wanted to get your way with him with your own rules. If he was to get you, you would get him as well.

"Let's go to your bed." You moaned loudly as your eyes rolled back once again.

Twice. He got you so effortlessly twice in just a few minutes and you came loudly, his hands keeping your hips firmly against the wall as your upper body undulated. Your fingers pulled on his hair, and something told you he loved it as he kept on sucking on your juices with so much strength.

"Leto, by the Gods let me go."

He went even deeper with his tongue, and you opened you eyes wide as you felt his whole finger find its way up your butt, rubbing your insides to get you ready for what he wanted ultimately. The back of your head hit the wall with another insanely loud moan and you knew that you wouldn't win in that position. You felt him stretching you from the inside.

You were back at being the one begging to get heard and you hated that.

"Leto, my Lord, my liege, by the Gods please don't… don't…"You heard the loud sucking sound from between your legs muffled by your dress and gave up, letting him get what he wanted with his mouth as you closed your eyes tightly, feeling a second finger getting inserted in you as you tightened your hole around the first one. He had no pity, like you should have known. You could only admire him for that, and now you understood why so many women chose those weapons against men possessing such powerful armies.

Then he had enough, his face now pressing against yours as his hands held yours in a a hurtful grip, his tongue spreading your own taste in your mouth as he rubbed his covered crotch against yours, your thighs only able to welcome his presence between them. You wouldn't let him have you like this.

"Call me my Lord with that voice again and trust me my whole castle will hear your screams." He promised breathlessly.

You didn't care. You managed to make him fall to the side on his own bed, one of a fabrics unknown to you, so soft you got distracted by it until feeling two eager hands rubbing your chest to grab your chest. Your thighs and hips knew exactly where to go, trapping his hardness firmly as you stared right into his troubled eyes.

"Only once I'm naked." You said.

Confused, he looked up at you as he sat down. The moment you took your top off and stared down at him, you knew you won for a short moment. You refused to acknowledge that such a noble man would get distracted for your nipples and breasts so easily. Unfortunately his instincts were not that different from your servants. So you started to rub his crotch with the only strength of your hips, your emotionless face soon making his smile disappear. Your hands found his top, taking it off as he muffled a strange sound.

"Not that different from a desperate whore ?" He mumbled.

This was what made you commit the worst. You slapped him violently, then a second time following his pleased sigh. You took him by surprise, and rubbed your hips against his with even more strength.

"I don't think I am the slut here my Lord, I am not the one moaning like a bitch to get dominated."

You slapped him again which made his eyes glassy then pulled on his head as he moaned again. His hands grabbed the sheets brutally as you lowered his pants, and he managed to look down right as your warmth started to engulf his shaft.

"My Lady…" he started.

Drunk dazed by the power you had over him, you started the brutal thrusts yourself. It wasn't long before he joined you, his eyes either staring at your bouncing breasts or your sexes rubbing against each other in a concert of wet noises that would make any shy sould ashamed. You were beyond that point. Yes, he got you wet but just as you got him hard. He could see you as a slut and want you to see yourself as one, but you would also make him see himself as one.

"Lecturing people and yet acting like a desperate whore," you commented against his lips as his bed cracked even louder than before, "you're not that different from others" "You should feel that tight cunt to know who's the whore there." He groaned.

You slapped him once again and he answered back by inserting his forefinger back inside you. You slapped him against and he kept it deep inside you, his mouth now kissing the area between your naked breasts. Against your own will, you stopped moving, your heart beating like a wardrum as his fingers started to rub inside you. Your flesh hadn't tightened yet so it was still easy for him to do that, then he inserted the second one. Still, you didn't move as you looked down as his bearded cheeks hid his mouth closing around your right nipple.

"Leto please I only… please my Lord I… I need your men…" You squealed as he sucked on your sensitive skin.

Your audacity got you lost in the mayhem caused by the colors of his room as you ended up forcefully on your knees, your hands soon joining them on his sheets. Your eyes barely had the time to open widely as you felt something hard entering you from behind, confident hands holding you still as you groaned at the length inserted between your ass cheeks.

"Playing the sluttish empress when you remain a shy and unimportant ambassador asking for help should teach you a lesson."

He spanked you once and your offended gasp made him do it once more as you felt him get fully inside you. Humiliation got you tearing up as his hands caressed yours hips then up your breasts, pinching your nipples as his strong hips trapped you against his mattress.

"Give me your soldiers." You breathed out as you made your flesh close around him. "I want my people to remain safe. You promised."

He exhaled brutally then moaned before starting a slow pace, careful as he kept you in this position as your flesh started to burn you from the inside.

"I am a loyal man don't worry about it."

You lowered your head as you gritted your teeth, struggling not to protest as your body tried to reject him. It was not ready yet despite his shaky breath and febrile hands holding your hips.

"You're too tight, wait a second." He mumbled.

He got out much to your relief, but soon pinned your face against the mattress. Your buttocks completely exposed could only let you feel the trails of saliva drooling inside your hole stretched by his hands as it ran down your crack. He spat several times, sometimes right next to your ass as your struggled to break free.

"Easy beautiful, I always take care of my favorite ones. Breathe in and breathe out. Relax."

Your nose still against his sheets couldn't breathe in properly as the Duke started to insert himself again inside you, his victorious laugh ringing in your ears as he managed to slide completely in your hole.

"That's my girl." He commented out loud. "I hope your men are worth it." "Stop talking about them. You only have to let me make you enjoy this."

As twisted as your "tactical conversations" were, you had to admit that Leto always kept his promises, unlike many before him. The new weapon you got from your physical transformation - despite being the double-edged sword it was - let you gain so much more influence than what you used to dream of. As an unimportant Countess from a small planet lost in the vast universe, getting your deals sealed with an Atreides himself was a miracle. Your planet's survival depended on it. The Duke remained pretty possessive and rough in bed but you couldn't forget the surprising attention he would put in aftercare. Today was your third time and and you tried to focus on what would follow instead of the harsh and raw clapping sound.

"Come here Countess." He muttered.

Your body reacted to his words strangely, with pleased goosebumps and a moan. Without stopping, he lied over you to cage you from behind against the bed, his hips changing their rhythm to something more intimate as you felt him slowly sliding in and out. You could merely rest your cheek on the bed, feeling his hot breath against it as he watched you from above.

"What an insufferable brat you are for a Lady." He commented with a mischievous tone. "Please shut your mouth," you protested weakly. "We are here to talk about politics, we shouldn't try to silence each other."

He kissed your nape gently, your mouth letting some moans out as his thrusts remained slow but got deeper everytime he pressed back inside you. The muffled groans stuck in his throat sounded lovely, and you folded your arm to grab a mop of his hair to keep him close.

"Disrespect me." He requested.

He stopped his thrusts to frustrate you, and once you felt pleasure vanishing you were able to think of something just to get him going again.

"Why should I ? My sole presence is enough to upset you for the rest of the day." "Not right now so disrespect me."

He pushed hard once to the point where you tensed up with your mouth wide open, your wrist next to his face now kissed by his lips.

"Don't you feel ashamed of acting worse than I do ?" "Absolutely not." He replied. "What do you feel at the thought of me doing the same with the Harkonnens ?"

That was a sensitive topic with him and you felt him pausing his whole body before you groaned at the hand pulling your head backwards. Even reversed his disapproval was clear, especially with his frowned eyebrows.

"Do not talk about doing that with them. You don't know what it would be like." "What if those monsters fucked me better than you do old man ? Maybe I should take them all at once so that I can tell you everything."

You squealed at the brutality used to make you bite the sheets as he started to pound aggressively, his hateful grunts audible next to your ears as he took you.

"You would miss me immediately and pray for me to come here save your ass, and you know it." He mumbled as the clapping resumed. Then I would have to come inside you to remind you that I would consider that as a betrayal of our… alliance."

Nothing official linked you to Leto Atreides. No precise status, no privilege other than having sex with him to seal deals, but for some reason it seemed to have provided some trust between your planets, which was the major pro of this situation. And with this trust came some untold rules. Some mutual will to stay close to the other. Just like you this man must have felt lonely, just in different ways. People always had bias towards others and despite how much admiration you had for him before your first travel to Caladan, he must have had many demons following him relentlessly.

The moment you came felt divine as you arched your back and cooed loudly. As he said previously, you would definitely hope for him to get you out of there were you to get trapped and submitted to horrible treatments by the Harkonnens. It felt amazing to have this kind of relationship with such a good leader as Leto Atreides. You made the right choice. You were a conqueror. Not the kind you wished to become, but adaptability was an important quality and you were glad you found it out.

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Thank you for reading ! :D

@queen-of-elves @qrjung

#leto atreides #leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x you #dark fic

[sabraeal]

Hi!

I hope you are well. thank you for sharing your talent. I always enjoy your work. I was wondering if you had any sneak peaks or behind-the-scenes for The Most Perverse Creature in the World? I was working this weekend on unrelated things and I started thinking about Countess Bederin and her unexpected dinner invite from Zakura. so I reread the whole thing instead of working lol No pressure, I just thought to ask. Thank you again and take care!

I actually do have quite a bit for sneak peeks, though it's all first draft material 😅 Last chapter got broken in half due to size, but in the 1st draft I got all the way through their arrival to dinner. A small sneak peek:

“This feels foolish,” you admit, your crape rustling with each step. “How am I to eat with this veil? I cannot simply push it back.”

“I will hold it for you,” Shindote offers, quite amused. “Perhaps take glimpses of what’s underneath.”

You frown. “Don’t be absurd.”

(You can tell this is a first draft because I hadn't quite decided how she would refer to Zakura-- first name alone was straight out, and "Sir Shidnote" is the wrong form, so I just settled for Shidnote to write faster.)

In terms of long range-spoilers, I can say:

Someone will not appreciate the impropriety of a widow at a public dinner

A new character will appear from Bederin's past

Someone is going to have to be a distraction

#asks #bederin #nothing surprises me more than when i am asked about this fic #because in my head i am like. i is me and my 5 friends who love to torture me that like this #i do enjoy writing it but i always feel like it's niche #despite the numbers it actually does #ans

[sacrificialmaiid]

❛ You naughty minx. ❜ - gone girl starters.

[ A companion piece to this ]

Over the past weeks, a sort of psychological warfare has erupted, and it all seems to have stemmed from Milena's little faux pas at the dressing table.

The Lady Dimitrescu, now seemingly aware of the sway that she holds over her diligent little maid, has been doing everything in her power to make Milena's every waking moment a living hell. Not for the first time, of course, but certainly in a manner that has Milena questioning aspects of their working relationship that she had thought quite steadfast until now.

Upon receiving the Countess' attention, upon being singled out, Milena had always thought it all rather straightforward. The Lady had designs for her. The Lady thought that she was pretty, entertaining perhaps, and capable enough to be a good servant. Keep her happy and survive -- that had been Milena's raison d'etre. Survive, accept the month's salary, immediately send it home, keep Mama well and the children in school. It had all seemed so simple in the beginning, but whether she likes it or not, the water is becoming muddied faster than she can keep up with.

There has been a noticeable shift. Perhaps not noticeable to anyone else, but absolutely, inarguably noticeable to Milena. Things are changing, for all that Milena had come to terms with the fact that the Lady evidently coveted her, she had not planned for the eventuality that she might grow to covet the Lady in return. The most dreadful part of it all is that Lady Dimitrescu seems to have noticed it as well.

It starts at dinners and meetings held with a select group of important people, where Milena's service is demanded more and more frequently. She could swear that the necklines are plunging lower and lower, but even that had been easily enough ruled out as her fanciful imagination... before she realises that the Countess can only be described as showing off.

It's nothing, really. Or, at least, to anyone else it would be nothing. But Milena sees it happening right in front of her face, the way that her mistress twists at the waist to have her cigarette lit, the whisper of her thighs beneath her skirts when she crosses one leg over the other, the purposeful extension of her neck when her head cocks to one side. Once or twice, even, Milena hears the creak of leather as one gloved hand caresses the arm of her chair -- or worse; sometimes it finds its way to the woman's lap, to her stomach, to her collarbone, resting in each location as though it's doing nothing wrong. When Milena approaches to pour her wine or to light her cigarette, either the glass or the quellazaire is pulled more snugly to her Lady's body, luring Milena in close enough to smell perfume and iron. All of this is done with an air of perfect innocence, but when Milena turns her head in her mistress' direction, she can see those gleaming golden eyes fixated intently on her, and she knows. And everyone else knows as well, she's convinced, with the way her flesh blooms with blood as though she is the victim of an awful fever.

She feels as is she is about to explode. It isn't fair at all, that she has been infected with this... with this whatever-it-is! It is the Countess who hungers, not her. It is the Countess' perversions which they seek to satisfy, not hers.

Well. Two can play at this game, she decides, as she takes matters into her own hands on one fateful evening.

There is a uniform which has been made for her -- more comfortable than the standard, and soft on her skin. It has a shorter skirt, a lower neckline, and a prettily laced apron. Her Lady likes to see her in it, this much she knows, but during events Milena usually has the good sense to leave it tucked away and don the same uniform as the other maids, blending in seamlessly. Not tonight, she thinks. It's only a casual meeting between the lords, but this is where the little dress will make its debut.

Fighting fire with fire may not be the cleverest of tactics in this situation, but she doesn't think she's being dreadfully bold. The guests will not know that anything is different, but the Countess will and that is what matters. She'll also know that Milena's silk stockings ( a gift, of course ) are a perfect match with one very particular pale pink garter belt, hidden well beneath her uniform, and that the perfume Milena has doused her exposed throat in is a new one.

No matter what comes next, it will be worth it for the memory of seeing the Lady's face drop that evening.

When her mistress rounds on her later and makes her accusations, Milena continues polishing the silverware and bleats like a little lamb, her smile one of utter contentment.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, My Lady."

#dimitresca #/internalised homophobia #milena flashing the ankles #the scandal of it all

[weirdlookindog]

Lina Romay in La comtesse perverse (1975)

#la comtesse perverse #countess perverse #lina romay #1970s horror #1970s movies #1975 #jesús franco #horror #exploitation

[strangememories]

Countess Perverse (1975)

#howard vernon #countess perverse #1975 #jess franco #sunbeam

[videoreligion]

Happy #FrancoFriday !

Countess Perverse (1975)

#Countess Perverse #Jesús Franco #Clifford Brown #Jesus Franco Manera #exploitation film #sexploitation film #cult cinema #70s #gif #gifs #my gif #my gifs #jess franco #jess franco friday #franco friday

[kick-the-clouds]

Unveiling the Shadows: Unraveling the Enigmatic Depths of Hatred

"Exploring the depths of human darkness: understanding historical nuances of hatred. From ancient conflicts to modern prejudices, identifying its subtle presence can enlighten us to foster tolerance, unity, and a brighter future. #HistoryOfHatred" In the dimly lit corridors of human emotions, few stand as ominously as hatred. It is a poison that seeps into the very fabric of society, leaving anguish and despair in its wake. But what exactly is hatred? How can we recognize its sinister presence in others, and perhaps even more importantly, within ourselves? To truly comprehend this darkness, we must embark on a journey through the annals of history, delving into its nuances and unmasking its hidden forms. Throughout time, countless obscure tales whisper of the lurking hatred that has plagued mankind. Take, for instance, the story of the Roman emperor Caligula, whose burning animosity fueled his tyrannical rule, leading to countless lives lost in the tumultuous wake of his reign. The boundless depths of his loathing encompassed not only his enemies but also those closest to him, rendering him a ruthless harbinger of destruction. Closer to our own time, we witness the chilling tale of Elizabeth Báthory, the notorious Countess who bathed in the blood of young women, her heart consumed by a perverse hatred for the beauty she once possessed. Her macabre thirst for retribution serves as a haunting reminder of the grotesque lengths to which hatred can drive humanity. But what about identifying hatred within ourselves? It is easy to believe that such a dark emotion eludes us, that we are immune to its clutches. Yet, our own history reveals countless instances where individuals succumbed to their own self-inflicted venom. The ancient Greek philosopher Socrates, for instance, met his demise at the hands of his own Athenian kin. Their loathing of his radical ideas led to his trial and ultimate execution, a bitter testament to the power of hatred, even within the confines of one's own community. To fathom the complexities of hatred, we must mine the depths of history, unearthing the tales of those who succumbed to its allure. It is only by shining a light on these hidden narratives that we can hope to understand the beast that resides within us all. Let us delve into the shadows, where the echoes of forgotten hatred still reverberate, and emerge with newfound wisdom to vanquish this formidable foe.

#Defeating hatred

[minayuri]

hc game- 😬

😬- the worst thing she has done-

This one was quite challenging to say the least. I had to give this one a lot of thought.

It wouldn’t be anything Countess Told had done in her past. I think about of what her story would be after the events of the film. What she would do upon learning of Dr. Mabuse’s fate? I feel she’d react negatively, lashing out at those who care about her most.

*My headcanon name for the Told’s butler is Gustav.

Countess Dusy Told came to greet State Prosecutor von Wenk as he was escorted in by her butler, Gustav. The servant was about to take his leave to offer his lady and the state prosecutor privacy, but Wenk requested for him to stay. Countess Told gestured to the table where she had Wenk over for tea. As the three took their seats, the countess was hoping for some good news from the state prosecutor.

Countess Told wanted to hear that Dr. Mabuse was now in jail.

The solemn look on Wenk’s face had said otherwise as he recounted the events that occurred after the countess was rescued.

Mabuse would not be facing the gallows. Instead, he was placed in an asylum after the state he was found in.

Countess Told’s expression then became severe, glaring angrily at the state prosecutor and rose from her chair. She demanded justice for herself and the late Count.

The state prosecutor got up from his chair, declaring that no jury would hand down a conviction to Mabuse.

After all the trauma she had been through while she was held in captivity by that perverse and manipulative bastard, who had destroyed and driven her gentle husband to suicide - it was unfair!

Indignant, Countess Told got argumentative with the state prosecutor. She resentfully said to Wenk that she hated him. Hated him for being incompetent, hated him for his failure to get to Dr. Mabuse before he had lost his sanity.

She then reprimanded Gustav for not defying Mabuse’s orders when her husband’s condition had worsened, calling him a coward. She even thought of firing him.

Gustav was taken aback from hearing such unforgiving words from the countess, all the man could do was hang his head low, saying wistfully, “I apologize if I had disappointed you, Countess.”

In the end, she demanded Wenk to leave. As he did, calmly told her one more thing.

“Good evening, Countess – and take care.”

Later that night, Countess Told restlessly lay in her bed. She felt bitter tears staining her cheeks and her stomach was in knots thinking about the terrible things she had said to Wenk and Gustav.

It was a dreadful feeling to express herself in that way to the state prosecutor who did all he could to get justice for her and her late husband. She also felt regret for treating kind Gustav so horribly, he was like a father figure to her. Gustav was always there to offer his sage guidance in the early days of her marriage to Count Told.

“What terrible things I said and did to both of them.”

Countess Told felt she had to make amends to Wenk and Gustav, it was against her nature to act in such a manner.

#countess dusy told #dr. mabuse the gambler #dr. mabuse der spieler (1922) #silent films #ask game #headcanon ask game #answered #suicide mention cw #my headcanons #my post

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Hey There Reader,

Taking a break from the existentialism of last week's post, I'd like to discuss a more approachable Twain. A Twain that relishes in naughty hilarity of Victorian modesty. Not all his works were so intent on expressing his personal politics or waxings on the meaning of our own existences, sometimes he liked to make a timeless and verbose fart joke. [Date, 1601]. Conversation, as It Was by the Social Fireside, in the Time of the Tudors, an already quite long title, is one such story that comes from the supposed diary of one of Queen Elizabeth's cup-bearers. But in order to fully appreciate this piece, I think it's important, as with all good jokes, to begin with a bit of context.

Mark Twain was active right at the tail end of the Victorian era, meaning that above all, public perception of the wealthy was what stood as being of utmost importance. How a man, or any royal, but more often than not a man, was seen in the public sphere reflected their status. Whether it be in private clubs, public addressings, or open air amusements, the presentation of the self was the first way someone could portray their wealth, power, and status. Among this behavior was the expectation of manners, which is obviously still an expectation today, but where we may not admonish those that don't strictly adhere now, it was cause for serious dismissal at the turn of the twentieth century.

In the confines of polite company, a phrase that comes from this society, it was quite the faux-pas to relax beyond a certain degree. That is where our fortuitus and literate cup-bearer comes in. Stuck within the gathering chamber until dismissed, this cup-bearer recounts a very graceless act committed between the Queen herself, the Duchess of Bilgewater, the Countess of Granby, Ladies Margery Boothe and Alice Dilberry, any doters upon them and the likes of Sirs Francis Bacon and Walter Raleigh, Ben Johnson, Francis Beaumonte, and even William Shakespeare, the bard himself! A veritable who's who of Elizabethan fame. Mid-chat, one of them rips what is described as

"yielding and exceding mightie and distresfull stink"

which is truly a beautiful retelling. It causes a pause for laughter, but the the Queen asks for the perpetrator to reveal themselves. What follows is a masterful grasp of the language that Twain has always portrayed, wherein each and ever member within denies the offending action. Ben Johnson opens up initially, saying,

"So fell a blast hath ne‘er mine ears saluted, nor yet a stench so all-pervading and immortal. ’Twas not a novice did it, good your maisty, but one of veteran experience--else hadde he failed of confidence. In sooth it was not I."

while Shakespeare claims,

"In the great hand of God I stand and so proclaim mine innocence. Though ye sinless hosts of heaven had fortold ye coming of this most desolating breath, proclaiming it a work of uninspired man, its quaking thunders, its firmament-clogging rottenness his own achievement in due course of nature, yet had not I believed it; but had the pit itself hath furnished forth the stink, and heaven's artillery hath shook the globe in admiration of it."

The conversation continues with several more claiming to not know the origin, yet admiring the strength, or offering their own wind breaks to show proof of their own innocence, eventually leading to an acceptance of leaving it unknown. From their the conversation devolves into anecdotes of the power of chastity and the perversions of vicars, all the while still attempting to hold an air of superiority despite their quite human actions. It's work like this that not only shows Twain's deft ability to craft humorous tales, with punchlines that still remain the height of comedy, but also his sneaky way of taking the elite down just a peg or too.

Of course this is a fictional tale, even without the name 'Twain' on the cover, most certainly any and all encounters between these names had at least a cursory record of. But it helps in knowing that even those held in such high regard aren't too dissimilar from the common man. Twain says, 'they may hold themselves above us all, but I'll tell you here that they would laugh and speak of the same crude behaviors we all partake in.'

-Stephen

#Mark Twain #1601 #queen elizabeth #fart

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Sunday 5th February 2023, Roubaix, 12.12pm.

#142,148 — A pirate takes as a prize from a raid a beautiful countess. His mother keeps treating him perversely as a child. He spends the rest of his life trying to find her back.