sick at heart.

[bloodyhistorie]

WHAT LOOKED LIKE A GARDEN WAS A GRAVEYARD ALL ALONG.

BLOODYHISTORIE. is an independent & original dual muse rp blog for anne & blanche ozanne of my original play, these bloody histories. an adaption of the bluebeard folktale. written by bee (25, she/they, est).

tldr ; bluebeard, but there are no deus ex machina brothers. blanche marries bluebeard & anne and blanche save themselves (with help from a ghost).

rules.

this blog is selective & mutuals only. prefer plotting-based.

anne & blanche are from my own original play these bloody histories. please don't steal anything of them or their plot.

at this moment in time this blog is iconless because i don't feel like making more, but that is subject to change when i get bit by the iconning bug! fcs are dakota fanning for anne and elle fanning for blanche.

the themes and imagery of violence, specifically violence towards women, death, murder, misogyny & sexism, gore, body horror, blood, and hauntings will be on this blog. they will be tagged. all triggers will be tagged as trigger /. these triggers are all highly tied to the themes and setting of this story and will be unavoidable on this blog, so while they will be tagged it might be best to avoid following if any of these are highly triggering for you!

basic rp rules apply. no godmodding. do not follow or interact if you're racist, homophobic, write things like in*est, etc.

basic plot & character outline.

(this is serving as a general about until i make a carrd, and is essentially a scene by scene outline of the play.)

two sisters live once upon a time ( questionably period france ). anne is the elder sister and reviles what society expects of her, preferring to bury her nose in a book or attend a symposium rather than dance or think of marriage. blanche, the younger, is the image of a perfect lady and excited at the prospect of the future - if a little naive about it.

anne is 23 & blanche is 20. on blanche's 20th birthday, a man named bluebeard comes to blanche's birthday ball. anne - who knows that bluebeard has five dead wives, including the sister of a childhood friend of hers - is wary, but blanche is not. bluebeard gives blanche a diamond necklace and invited anne, blanche, and their mother to gala hosted by his wife in a fortnight.

anne is forbidden by their mother to tell blanche about her reservations about bluebeard. an unseasonably cold storm for mid-spring makes their trip to bluebeard's chateau take longer than it ought to, and upon their arrival there are no other guests & no sign of a gala.

bluebeard tells them that his wife, delphine, grew ill and passed away between the last time he saw them and their arrival, and that word of the gala being cancelled must not have reached them in time. he insists they stay for a few days before heading back.

lights flicker. chairs move on their own. a tea-tray all but throws itself off a table. bluebeard insists it is nothing to be worried about - drafts and odd quirks of an old home. mother & blanche agree to remain polite, anne grows more and more suspicious.

anne & blanche quarrel frequently as blanche & bluebeard grow closer over the course of their stay. anne admits she believes bluebeard is a murderer, and blanche believes anne is jealous of her & worried blanche will leave her to get married. they argue several times, which only serves to drive blanche further from anne and towards bluebeard. the two have an explosive argument wherein anne calls blanche a fool and blanche calls anne controlling.

bluebeard proposes to blanche & blanche accepts. anne sees the ghost of a bride and tries to warn blanche, who is unreceptive. blanche & bluebeard are wed quickly. anne returns home with mother.

a handful of months pass in which the sisters scarcely communicate, until anne receives a frantic sounding letter from blanche imploring her older sister come to the chateau post-haste.

when anne arrives, blanche is a wreck and tells anne that bluebeard is out of town for several weeks and left blanche with the keys to the home and permission to enter any room but one she had never been in before. she had, of course, entered - to find a blood-soaked chamber containing the dessicated remains of several corpses. strange occurrences had picked up their frequency and the spectre of a bride has been flickering in and out of sight. blanche wants to run, but anne convinces her to lay a trap.

bluebeard arrives home and quickly discovers that blanche has opened the door and seen what is inside, but does not know anne is at the home. when he threatens blanche, telling her she must die because of what she has seen, anne pounces. in a protracted physical fight bluebeard nearly gets the upper hand on blanche & anne, who wield what weapons they could find in the house vs his sword, but the spectre of his past wives aid anne & blanche. bluebeard is killed by the sisters and the spirits of the women he has killed, who are then able to move on peacefully.

blanche & anne disguise the fact bluebeard ever arrived home and spread word that he was killed while away. no one mourns him. blanche, a wealthy widow, invites anne to live with her at what is now her chateau. life continues.

[4ger-archived]

     he doesn't have a curfew.     that is the most characteristic thing about him;   not having a curfew.   eames will always have a door open,   even at 2:43 in the morning when he got home just before midnight,.   which very much still gives him the right to be more than mildly surprised to open his door to a person he has not seen since graduating high school,   on a whole different continent  &  without even the notion of a warning.   allow him his confusion for a moment⸺⸺    he will get there.

     still he steps aside to allow anne in,     of course he does.   if she is anything like the girl he copied the calculus homework from,   she does not exactly have an alternative.   &  while he closes the door  &  rubs the sleep from his eyes,   the instincts slowly developed via dreamshare slowly kick in.   despite the years,   despite the changes,   anne is still easily recognizable to him:   they did go through a number of changes together,   it comes as no surprise.   her hair is short,   her color palette drastically reduced  &  while the wool coat seems excessive for early autumn in austria,   it suits her well.   that aside?   the haunted look in her eyes that she keeps trying to shove aside with humor    ( &  oh,   do you not know that all too well? )    shines clear as day.    " my sisters are fine,   thank you, "    he mumbles,   voice thick with sleep,   while simultaneously pointing anne towards the staircase.    " there's⸺   a terrace up on the roof,   should be a lighter  &  a pack of cigarettes somewhere there.   you need something else?   since i'm gonna make coffee anyway,   apparently? "

[bloodyhistorie]

anne is polite enough to set her bag down by the door and slide off her shoes so she doesn't track dirt through the house - rules imposed in her childhood that even anne could not shake - as soon as she steps through his door. "good. that's - yeah, good." she is glad to hear that the twins are okay, doing well; anne had heard laura was married on the one of her painful phone calls with mom and a little worry had welled up in her as of late. not every married person is potentially in trouble, she has to remind herself, and she sheds the jacket but holds it draped over an arm.

"i still take my coffee the same way, if it's not too much trouble." rich, coming from the woman who showed up uninvited and unannounced in the early hours of the morning. no cream, three sugars. with that she heads towards the staircase without another word and starts up there, stopping about midway up to turn and look down at him. " - thanks. for letting me in." with that said she continues up in search of the aforementioned terrace.

the cigarettes and lighter are found easily enough. the time it takes for eames to make and bring coffee will be used trying to come up with what to say to him; something anne really ought to have done on the plane, or the ride from the airport, but she couldn't let herself think about it in public and around strangers. i want you to stalk my brother in law isn't really all that convincing. i think blanche is in trouble feels melodramatic in her mind and in the back of her throat. anne exhales smoke and stares up at the stars and thinks about when they were kids, when she would slide a textbook across the school library table at him when she got bored of studying and insist they go find something else to do. simpler. easier.

[bloodyhistorie]

@4ger told anne ; it’s rather late, you know. 

"i didn't know you had a curfew." several things about anne must seem foreign to him these days ; that's what a few years without seeing someone in person will do. she's taller. her voice is rougher, cigarette-singed on the edges. she wears her hair short, cut about the chin rather than the bedraggled ribboned ponytails her mother had insisted on when she was still little enough that her mother did her hair. gone entirely are the skirts and dresses, frilly and impractical, replaced with sensible looking slacks and a brown wool tweed coat that seems to be swallowing her whole.

it would be easier to list the things that are the same. there is a specific sort of glint to her eyes that has always been anne, and the acerbic tone of her voice doesn't have the bite to actually make it mean.

"how're your sisters doing?" it's a quick diversion, but one that will steer the conversation where she needs it to go. "and do you have a lighter? i don't feel like digging through this," anne rattles the carry-on luggage she holds in one hand, "on the street. or you could invite me in. you know. have a cup of coffee to keep you awake at this rather late hour."

[bloodyhistorie]

work ate my brain

[kingsmemes]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞.

➔  change pronouns as needed. 

i’ve been wishing all my life. 

all i’ve got is a head full of memories i’ve had to live with all my life. 

if you don’t believe, it won’t be true. 

i’m too hurt to believe. 

there’s a change of clothing and a bath for you to freshen up. 

so what’s the pitch?

i must be dead!

i must be in heaven. 

dumb broads. who needs em.

he has everything he’s ever wanted. 

can’t you hear her singing?

has the bad man left?

it’s rather late, you know. 

i don’t have a mother. not anymore. 

and just where would you be if not for my appetite?

i know where i’d like to be. 

that’s all in the world i want!

do you mind? i’ve got to put on my dress. 

every man put on earth is condemned to die. 

i don’t love you. i don’t want you here.

i don’t even like you at the moment. 

for civilization to survive, the human race has to stay civilized. 

there is nothing in the dark that isn’t there when the lights turn on.

it makes you wonder, doesn’t it?

there are weapons that are simply thoughts. 

what you thought was the end is the beginning. 

being like everybody is the same as being like nobody. 

man is a questioning creature.

midnight is when the monsters come out.

they say every road goes somewhere.

the perfect crime is one no realizes has been committed. 

life isn’t really like this, is it?

wouldn’t it be nice if once in a while everyone would just shut up and stop pestering you?

[jaeausten]

You transfix me quite.

[avellino]

The Great (2020-)

[little-miss-rasputin-pageant]

Duke Bluebeard's Castle (1988) dir. Leslie Megahey

[bloodyhistorie]

plotting call. like this and i'll hop into your ims to plot - a connection, a thread, anything - for your muse and either or both anne and blanche.

[bloodyhistorie]

happy pride month anne is a lesbian and blanche is bi

[perioddramasource]

THE ALIENIST (2018 - 2020) Dakota Fanning as Sara Howard in Season 1, Episode 7: Many Sainted Men

[bloodyhistorie]

tag drop.

[bloodyhistorie]

always thinking about

"My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening. I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them. One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way. The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?" -Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire"

in relation to anne & blanche.

[filmreveries]

crimson peak (2015) dir. guillermo del toro

[bloodyhistorie]

we were sisters. we felt each other’s pain. we caused each other’s pain. we knew the smell of each other’s morning breath. we made each other cry. we made each other laugh. we got angry, pinched, kicked, screamed at each other. we kissed, on the forehead, nose on nose, butterfly eyelashes swept against cheeks. we wore each other’s clothes. we stole from each other, treasured objects hidden under pillows. we defended each other. we lied to each other. we pretended to be older people, other people. we played dress up. we spied on each other. we possessed each other like shiny things. we loved each other with potent, fervent fury. animal fury. monstrous fury.          BLOODYHISTORIE. an original character dual muse blog by bee.

[behindfairytales]

ELLE FANNING as Catherine the Great The Great, Wedding (s02e10)

[acecroft]

THE ALIENIST, 2.04