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SHE WHO IS DEATH . an independent and selective portrayal of bulbbul chaudhury from netflix’s indian supernatural - thriller BULBBUL. a study of various themes including womanhood and south east asian societal norms, fear of the unknown, and the horror of woman scorned. this blog may contain triggering material, please do not follow if under 20. written by tas, she/her, 21+.
CARRD . PINTEREST . PROMO .
teeny tiny plotting call ♡
bulbbul holds such a soft spot in my heart because i too am a feral brown girl <3
the truth is this, every 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 you have met or will ever meet, was once a human being with a soul that was 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤. someone stole that silk from their soul and turned them into this. so when you see a monster next, always remember this. do not fear the thing before you. 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝. an independent and private portrayal of BULBBUL from netflix's indian supernatural-thriller. as possessed by 𝐭𝐚𝐬.
CARRIE (1976) dir. Brian De Palma
a bulbul is the hindi term for a type of songbird, specifically the nightingale that -- as the name suggests -- sings at night. that ties directly as a parallel to bulbbul, who walks the woods at night, and hums as she gets closer and closer to her victim.
consider this,,,,,bulbbul at her most Unhinged has the scary energy that manjulika does
@serreine : ‘ easy magic is pretty. great magic requires that you trouble the waters. ’
THE RUSH OF THE WATER LAPPING AGAINST THE ROCKS is much like a lullaby. its melody was both hypnotizing and soothing, and gave rhythm to the swing of her dangling legs. wrapped in strips of red, she sat perched on the branch of an old tree, overlooking the river beneath her. her fingers gripped the edge of the bark to peer down at the woman near the water. if Bulbbul were to listen closely, it would appear that even the waves called her name: el naddaha, they’d shudder in fear. a powerful woman was always given a monstrous name. it was the only way they could digest the thought of danger in such a lovely form. she hummed in thought, the sound a thin but melodious. ❝ poetic. it’s much like life, don’t you think ? truly ugly when it gets hard. ❞ her descent down to the ground is silent, as if she’s weightless.
she sat herself down on the edge of the river, inching forward to dip her toes in the cold water. her town was much more dry, the wells and fountains supplied their water. otherwise, it would take days of travel to fetch. there’s a childlike joy in the way she wiggles her toes before resting back on her palms and looking up at Zafira. ❝ would it be much of a bother to show me ? ❞ this life was new to Bulbbul, an existence she was taught only in folklore and fables. ❝ i’ve heard stories among the people. they say you disappear right before their eyes. ❞ her own twinkled with excitement, eager to see if Zafira possessed an ability so similar to her own. eager for company, this life had become lonesome. ❝ like a ghost. ❞
@pistolslinger : ‘ with such big eyes, i think you see too much. ’
RUMOURS OF THIEVERY ARE NOTHING NEW IN TOWN, when the people of a city beg for any morsel they can get their hands on, the desperate turn to their worst. unrest had increased significantly since sightings of the churel infected every conservation among the townspeople. their police had grown antsy with paranoia, and the results of their agitation landed on her steps to deal with. this time their suspect was a tall boy, could barely be much far from her own age. all limbs and quick wit, disposed in front of her to make the call. she shot the officers an incredulous look, irritated by their baseless suspicions. ❝ you think to tell me that this is your dangerous criminal ? ❞ she throws her head back in a laugh, and dismisses the uniformed men with a flick of peacock feathered fan.
her attention snapped back to the chatty boy seated in front of her, and a smile of amusement curled up her lips. ❝ you speak to your eldest lady like i’m a commoner. ❞ she’d grown tired of everyone bowing their heads and scurrying away as if she would bite. she easily decided she liked him, convict or not, that could be decided later. time would always reveal certain evils. ❝ it would scare you to death to know what these eyes have seen, ❞ on cue, she comically widened her eyes before pushing off lazily on her swing. ❝ have your eyes seen a lot ? the inside of a jewellery box, perhaps ? or maybe a crate worth of a season’s crops ? ❞ for the most part she’s teasing, but her eyes search for any truth in his features. it’d be a shame if she had to send her new friend behind bars.
@metamorphosd : ‘ you know how the stories go. interesting things happen only to pretty girls. ‘
THE HEAT OF THE SUMMER SUN BEAT AGAINST THE BACK OF HER NECK, and she spared a glance out the window at the stream of locals passing by. the city that never sleeps produced a population riddled with under eye bags, designer bags, and an excessive number of garbage bags -- all in the same half mile radius. a classic american patriot would puff their chest in pride of the progress they’ve made in their society, but bulbbul saw past the thinly veiled capitalism and saw the rotting core of the big apple. not so different from hundreds of years ago. in the pseudo-caste system of new york, Peach Salinger was a quintessential new yorker who would never be seen caught dead with eye bags, even after the ordeal she had faced.
she settled her coffee cup, rim stained red with lipstick, down with a laugh. ❝ interesting ? ❞ bulbbul leaned forward on her elbow with chin propped up in her palm and steadied her gaze on the woman across her. ❝ would you consider what happened to you interesting ? ❞ there’s a stubborn challenge glinting behind dark eyes, and for a moment she fixes her with a curious stare before resting back in her chair. the air of nonchalance returns, as quickly as it had faded, and her fingers work on absentmindedly braiding the ends of her hair. ❝ i’ve heard the rumours, but people are liars, so i want to hear it from you. what exactly happened to you, Peach ? ❞
𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ THE LANGUAGE OF THORNS, midnight tales and dangerous magic. ( 2017 ) by leigh bardugo.
sentences taken from or inspired by the collection’s dialogue & narration.
+ feel free to change pronouns !
i. AYAMA AND THE THORN WOOD.
‘ love speaks in flowers. truth requires thorns. ’
‘ we all know the story of how the queen becomes a queen. ’
‘ we should leave this place. ’
‘ no doubt it will come and devour us all. ’
‘ the beast will laugh you right out of the wild lands. ’
‘ you know how the stories go. interesting things happen only to pretty girls. ’
‘ is the wood much worse than a garden overgrown with pricklers ? ’
‘ stupid girl ! do you wish to become a monster ? ’
‘ strike me. cleave me in two. ’
‘ you’re as thorny as the wood. ’
‘ there is but one rule in my wood. speak truth. ’
‘ perhaps you might show mercy freely. ’
‘ just eat a bit of the sun to fill the sky, and you will feel empty no longer. ’
‘ what nonsense ! of course that’s not how the story ends. ’
‘ some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled. ’
‘ what do i care for winter ? no season touches this wood. ’
‘ you know the only bargain i will make. ’
‘ sometimes the unseen is not to be feared and those that are meant to love us most are not always the ones that do. ’
‘ bad fates do not always follow those that deserve them. ’
‘ no prince is worth your life. ’
‘ are you so eager to be eaten ? ’
‘ they have told me to return with your heart. ’
‘ you think to love a monster ? ’
‘ a man like you is owed no words. ’
ii. THE TOO CLEVER FOX.
‘ you are doomed to a miserable life. ’
‘ better to be hungry now than to be sorry later. ’
‘ what will everyone say when they see such a face ? ’
‘ we have not gone so soft as that. ’
‘ you think that we will let you live on foolish promises ? ’
‘ you have bested me. that much is clear. ’
‘ will you not free me ? ’
‘ you will have a fine time of it, i can tell you. ’
‘ i can bear ugliness. i find the one thing i cannot live with is death. ’
‘ if you will only cease your talking, i will gladly go. ’
‘ where he went, he bled the woods dry. ’
‘ what’s a bit more blood ? ’
‘ you should leave this place. you are not safe here. ’
‘ with such big eyes, i think you see too much. ’
‘ will you not tell me what troubles you ? ’
‘ why do you stay with him ? you’re pretty enough to catch a husband. ’
‘ just because you escape one trap, doesn’t mean you will escape the next. ’
‘ first i must find my courage. ’
‘ few can resist the sight of a pretty girl crying. ’
‘ the trap is loneliness, and no one escapes it. not even me. ’
‘ in the wood, even songbirds must be survivors. ’
iii. THE WITCH OF DUVA.
‘ there was a time when the wood ate girls. ’
‘ be back before dark. the trees are hungry tonight. ’
‘ who can say what shapes an appetite ? ’
‘ this is my home, you can’t just send me away. ’
‘ don’t be foolish. there’s plenty of light. ’
‘ well then, come help me stir the pot. ’
‘ i will warn you just this once. go. ’
‘ you cannot come and go from this place like you’re fetching water from a well. ’
‘ hope made me stubborn. ’
‘ stay there and keep quiet. i don’t need rumors that i’ve been taking girls. ’
‘ i will not have you bring a monster to my door. ’
‘ you know that you are welcome to remain here with me. ’
‘ i will follow her. i will peck out her eyes. ’
‘ believe me. say you believe me. ’
‘ dark things have a way of slipping through narrow spaces. ’
iv. LITTLE KNIFE.
‘ it is dangerous to travel the northern road with a troubled heart. ’
‘ if you are lost in your own thoughts, you may find yourself stepping off the path and into the dark woods. ’
‘ she was beautiful from the moment of her birth. ’
‘ why must i be the one to hide ? ’
‘ do you think i am so foolish or so cruel ? ’
‘ water only wants direction. it wants to be told what to do. ’
‘ always you have done my bidding, but what good are you to me now ? ’
‘ soon i will be very rich, but will i have a good man ? ’
‘ that is a question for the river. ’
‘ your tongue is not fit for my true name. ’
‘ will you come with me, and be bride to nothing but the shore ? ’
‘ she was terrifying in her beauty, bright like a devouring star. ’
‘ remember that to use a thing is not to own it. ’
‘ should you ever take a bride, listen closely to her questions. ’
v. THE SOLDIER PRINCE.
‘ this is the problem with even lesser demons. they come to your door in velvet coats and polished shoes. ’
‘ you will find great love and more gold than you could wish for. ’
‘ he’s a charming fellow, but most unusual, and peculiarities seem to follow him. ’
’ it seemed harmless at the time. ’
‘ he needed a girl, still malleable, one that he could make admire him. ’
‘ this is pleasant. this is enough. ’
‘ are you my soldier ? are you my prince ? ’
‘ i have not come to fight, only to talk. ’
‘ wanting is why people get up in the morning. it gives them something to dream of at night. ’
‘ i am perfectly real. ’
‘ she loves you, though, and that will make it harder. ’
‘ best not to ask. i think the answer would please no one. ’
‘ we can stay forever in the land of dreams. ’
‘ kiss me. take me from this place. ’
‘ i sent you to die a hundred times. ’
‘ i eat the wonder in their eyes. ’
‘ you were an idea in my head. you were nothing, and to nothing you will return when i think of you no more. ’
‘ you wanted only that i might live. you would sacrifice your own life to make it so. ’
‘ are you my darling ? are you mine ? ’
vi. WHEN WATER SANG FIRE.
‘ you wish to strike a bargain. ’
‘ make me someone new. ’
‘ this is the problem with making a thing forbidden. it does nothing but build an ache in the heart. ’
‘ easy magic is pretty. great magic requires that you trouble the waters. ’
‘ no one expects me to accomplish anything. ’
‘ i can smell your ambition like blood in the water.’
‘ i know that you should keep it like a secret, not shout it like a curse. ’
‘ yes. i can imagine it all. ’
‘ you are worth more than that. you should not have to earn him. ’
‘ hope rises like water trapped beneath a dam, higher and higher, in increments that mean nothing until you face the flood. ’
‘ there is no pain like the pain of transformation. ’
‘ take your pleasures as you will. ’
‘ come, and i’ll tell you all you wish to know. ’
‘ he made me dream of things i cannot have. ’
‘ i do not care for dancing. ’
‘ look into the mirror, and try to deny it. ’
‘ you have never been like the others, and you never will be. ’
‘ we were not made to please princes. ’
‘ i am not quite mortal either, and i have many lives to live. ’
‘ i wouldn’t care if you were part human or part frog. ’
‘ my voice is not enough. ’
‘ you know i was never strong. ’
to all the babes following me without watching the movie a) watch it it’s so good :(( and b) she really is just jennifer check if jennifer check was in 1800s india
@creatorsofcolornet event 5: team colors TEAM LILAC ★ BULBBUL (2020), dir. Anvita Dutt Guptan
