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like this to plot ...

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CHALLENGERS (2024) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary.

who says i want somebody to be in love with me?

i don't want to fuck you to prove a point.

fuck me because you want to.

are you gonna do it or not?

tastes even better than it looks.

i just told you i missed you.

i really want to kiss you right now, but i'm worried that if i try, you'll think i'm the worst friend in the world.

you know, it hurts me sometimes how little you believe in yourself.

decimate that little bitch.

let's be honest, you gotta feel bad for the kid.

you're not a spring chicken anymore.

dude. he's a pancake. you're gonna flatten him.

how's this feeling?

we're ready for you.

so obviously this isn't the result you wanted today.

you choked.

i don't want you to embarrass yourself.

i'm just a little rusty. it's a confidence thing.

get your fucking confidence back. i can't do it for you.

i'm so sick of you using this as an excuse to have a fucking meltdown.

you said we could watch a movie.

you're evil.

i'm gonna quiz you on it tomorrow.

sir, i don't know who you are.

i don't think we have much more to talk about.

i haven't spoken to you in five years.

i was just taking a little nap.

move, or i'm calling the cops.

you were really something back then, huh?

we always talked about how amazing it would be to win this together.

i'm a crazy person.

any predictions about how that's going to go?

can you do me a favor? can you not, like... demolish me tomorrow?

shut the fuck up.

if it matters to you so much, i can just give it to you.

i need it to look like i really beat you.

don't guilt me with your dying grandmother.

she's the hottest woman i've ever seen.

you were... fucking incredible.

baby, we've got to get going.

i'm not going to that party.

are you that threatened by me?

we can't both just go in there, dicks swinging.

i'd let her fuck me with a racket.

hey, do you smoke?

of course they will remember you.

see, that's your problem. you think you're like an artist or something.

you just want to win because you love it when people tell you how talented you are.

are you on facebook?

i told you tennis was boring.

you just got this crazy look on your face.

are you on a date?

i don't kiss and tell.

why did you want to have dinner with me?

i think you might be the worst friend in the world.

i didn't know you were so concerned about my feelings.

of course you still have a thing for her.

we just had what i'm assuming is the best sex of our lives.

i fucked your brains out?

what do you think you need? a cheerleader? a fuck buddy? a girlfriend?

you're talented, you're charming, and you've got a big dick.

excuse me for inconveniencing you.

don't expect to sleep here tonight.

stop going easy on me.

i'll be whatever you need me to be. i'll fuck off if you want me to.

i need you here, actually.

you're referring to when i declared my love for you.

you're not in love with me anymore?

i've been dreaming about this for five years.

i'm gonna propose something to you, and it's gonna make you angry. it's gonna make you very angry. but you have to hear me out, okay?

i'm finally ready to listen to you.

how dare you fucking ask me that.

do you think it's cute what you're doing? do you think it's funny?

that's the stupidest fucking thing i've ever heard.

i've always wanted you.

you didn't do anything to me. i did it all to myself.

i think i've reached the limit of my willingness to have this conversation with you.

do you understand how embarrassing it is that you're here?

you've never beaten me.

tell me it doesn't matter.

will you just hold me?

i'm not here to fuck you.

i miss watching you play. you were so beautiful.

[mistrist]

David Lynch + dreams

Mulholland Drive (2001) / Blue Velvet (1986) / Twin Peaks (1990)

[mistrist]

so Josephine Baker coded

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*//✶

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first section is cut dialogue from when dani has her bad mushroom trip at the beginning of the film

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𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 ’ 𝑺           𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑹           ˢᵗᵃᵍᵍᵉʳˢ           ᵒᶠᶠˢᵗᵃᵍᵉ   :               ᵗʰʳᵒᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ           ˢʷᵉˡˡ           ᵒᶠ           𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉           ˢᵒˡᵉˢ           ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ           ᵗᵒ           ˢᵘˢᵖᵉⁿᵈ           4 - inches           above           ᵗʰᵉ           ᵛᵒᵐⁱᵗ           ˡⁱⁿᵉᵈ           ᵃˢᵖʰᵃˡᵗ ,           𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜           𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐           𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑           𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗           ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ           ᵃ           ˢᵖᵘᵗᵗᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ           ᴰᴼᴼᴿᵂᴬʸ           ᶠⁱˡᵃᵐᵉⁿᵗ               (   𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖦           𝖲𝖮𝖮𝖭           𝖳𝖮           𝖠           𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖸           𝖧𝖮𝖴𝖱           𝖭𝖤𝖠𝖱           𝖸𝖮𝖴   !   ) .               ˡᵒᵒˢᵉ           ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ           ᵒᶠ           ᵇʳᵘⁿᵉᵗ           𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍           ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˡⁱⁿᵉ           ᵃ           ˢʷᵉᵃᵗ           ᵍˡᵃᶻᵉᵈ           ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏᵇᵒⁿᵉ ,           ᵈᵃᵐᵖ           ʷⁱᵗʰ           𝚊           𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜           𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍           𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎           𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝           ᶠʳᵒᵐ           ᵐⁱˢᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ           ᵏⁱˢˢ           𝙤𝙧           𝙩𝙬𝙤 .           ᵗʰᵉ           ʳᵉᵉᵏ           ᵒᶠ           ᵃ           𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 - 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘           ᵃˢʰᵗʳᵃʸ           ᵖᵉʳˢⁱˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ           ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ           ᵗʰᵉ           ˢᵗᵃˡᵉ               “ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ  ꜰʀᴇꜱʜ ”               ˢᵘᶠᶠᵒᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ           ᴾᴱᴺᴰᵁᴸᴼᵁˢᴸʸ           ᵀᴱᵀᴴᴱᴿᴱᴰ           ᵗᵒ           ᵗʰᵉ           𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖗           𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜           𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗           ᵒᶠ           ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ           ᵗᵃˣⁱ           ʳⁱᵈᵉ           home .

ᵗʰⁱᶜᵏ           ˢᵐᵒᵍ           ᵒᶠ          𝗝𝗨𝗗𝗚𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧           𝗜𝗦           𝙎𝙀𝙀𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂           ᶠʳᵒᵐ           ᵗʰᵉ           ᵗᵉⁿᵉᵇʳᵒᵘˢ           ᶜᵘʳᵛᵉˢ           ᵒᶠ           𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽           𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 ,           ᵃ           ᵐᵒᶜᵏᵉʳʸ           ᵒᶠ           ᵖᵉⁿᵃⁿᶜᵉ           ᵈʳᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ           ⁱⁿ           𝐭𝐡𝐞           𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞           𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬           ᵒᶠ           ᵗʰⁱˢ           ᵃᵖᵃᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ           𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢           ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ .           𝚒           𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝           𝚝𝚘           𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗           𝚊           𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠           𝚊𝚗𝚍           𝚗𝚘𝚠           𝚒           𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝           𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎           𝚘𝚗           𝚖𝚢           𝚘𝚠𝚗           𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝           𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚜   ;               ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ           ᵃʳᵉ           𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖲𝖤           ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ           ⁱ ’ ᵛᵉ           ⁱⁿʰᵃˡᵉᵈ           ᵗᵒⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ .

ᵗʰᵉ           ᵐᵘᶠᶠˡᵉᵈ           ˢᵗᵃᵗⁱᶜ           ʰᵘᵐ           ᵒᶠ           𝐀𝐍           𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂           𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘           ᵈᵉᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉˢ           ᵐᵉ ,           ᵉᵃᶜʰ           𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍           𝗉𝗂𝗉𝖾           𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾               &.               𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒           𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽           𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇           ⁱˢ           ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ           ꜱᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴀʟ           ꜰʟy           ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵘˡˢⁱⁿᵍ           ⁱⁿ           ʷⁱⁿᵈᵒʷˢⁱˡˡ           ᶜᵒʳⁿᵉʳˢ   :               ᵃ           ˢᵗⁱᶜᵏʸ           ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ           ᵒᶠ           𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠           ᶜᵃʳᵃᵖᵃᶜᵉˢ           ʰᵒᵃʳᵈᵉᵈ           ⁱⁿ           ᵃᵘᵈⁱᵗᵒʳʸ           ᶜᵒʳᵗᵉˣ .           𝒃𝒖𝒕           𝒕𝒉𝒆           𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏           𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏 ’ 𝒕           𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅           𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆           𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏           𝒂𝒕           𝒂𝒍𝒍 ,           ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ           ᵗʰᵉ           ᵂᴱᴱᴾᴵᴺᴳ           ᵒᶠ           ᵃ           ˡᵒᵒˢᵉ           ᵗᵃᵖ ,           ⁱᵗˢ           𝖱𝖴𝖲𝖳           𝖯𝖮𝖮𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦           ᵃᵗ           ˢᵉʷᵃᵍᵉ           ᵍʳᵃᵗᵉˢ           ᵃⁿᵈ           ᵖᵒᵗʰᵒˡᵉˢ .

ᵉᵇᵒⁿ           ᵈʳᵉˢˢ           𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬           ᵗʰᵉ           ʷᵃⁱˢᵗ           ⁱⁿ           𝙑𝙀𝙇𝙑𝙀𝙏           𝙈𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙀𝙎 ,           𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽           ʷⁱᵗʰ           ˡᵉᶠᵗᵒᵛᵉʳ           ᵛⁱˢᶜⁱᵈⁱᵗʸ           ᵒᶠ           ˢᵖⁱˡᵗ           ᵈʳⁱⁿᵏˢ .           𝗂           𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽          𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍           𝖺𝗌           𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒           𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌𝖾           𝘪𝘯           𝗈𝗇           𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 ,           ᵐᵉˡᵗⁱⁿᵍ           ⁱⁿᵗᵒ           ᵃ           ꜱʜᴀᴩᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ           ᵖᵘᵈᵈˡᵉ           ᵒⁿ           ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏᵉʳᵉᵈ           ᵏⁱᵗᶜʰᵉⁿ           ᵗⁱˡᵉ ,           𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗           𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐           ᵗᵒ           𝐀           𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄           𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋           𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄           ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ           ʰᵃʳᵈ           ᵖᵃˡᵃᵗᵉ .           ᵇᵘᵗ           ᴵ           ᶠᴱᴱᴸ           𝔱𝔥𝔢           𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫           ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ           ᶠˡᵉᵈᵍˡⁱⁿᵍ           𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗠𝗦           ᵒᶠ           ᵃ           ᵐⁱᵍʳᵃⁱⁿᵉ ,           ᵈʳʸˡʸ           ᵃᵇʳᵃˢⁱᵛᵉ           ᵒⁿ           ʳᵉᵗⁱⁿᵃ               (             𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎           𝚒𝚗           𝚖𝚢           𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜   :               ɪ           ᴀᴍ           ɴᴏᴛ           ᴛʜᴇ           ᴏɴʟy           ᴛʜɪɴɢ           ᴛʜᴀᴛ           ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇꜱ   ) .

@diablojo​           . . . 

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“Mulholland Drive isn’t a film that elicits the usual yelps of fear, or faces hiding behind popcorn. To some, that will always negate its status as a great horror film, but what happens here is far more sinister: it leaves a shadow in the back of your mind that refuses to dissipate even long after the final reel.” - The Independent

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*   𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦      ⅋.       𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲       ᴵᴺᵀᴱᴿᴾᴿᴱᵀᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ       ᵒᶠ      ( ᴢᴀᴛᴀɴɴᴀ   𝐙 𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 )      𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆       𝗗𝗖 .       𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖞   𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗  𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 ,       𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻       𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽       ᴬᴺᴰ       𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 - 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 .

𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦.                 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 .                 𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 .               𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 .

ᴇꜱᴛ .       ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ ,   ₂₀₂₀      —       𝟸𝟷+ ,       𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆       ᵃⁿᵈ       ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ   𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍.

–––––       𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇  ᵇʸ       𝑺𝒀𝑳𝑽𝑰𝑨 ,       ( ꜱʜᴇ / ʜᴇʀ ) .

𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀  —          (𝖎.)   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢  ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ :      

𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶  ᴷᴼᴺ ,   ‘ 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊 ’       /       𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗓𝖾𝗂  ż𝗎ł𝖺𝗐𝗌𝗄𝗂 ,   ‘ ᴩᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ "       /       ᴍᴀʀᴋ   ℤ. 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘬𝘪,   “ 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 ᴼᶠ 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔‘       /      𝙹𝙾𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙼  ᵀᴿᴵᴱᴿ ,   ‘ 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖒𝖆 ’       /       𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗮  ᵍᵘᵃᵈᵃᵍⁿⁱⁿᵒ ,   “𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒂”       /       𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨  𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔰,   ‘ 𝚂𝙲𝙿  𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ’       /       ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴇʀɪᴋ  ���𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚕𝚎 ,   ‘ ᵃˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ  ʍoןǝq os ’       /       𝒅𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒅  𝙻𝚈𝙽𝙲𝙷 ,   ‘ 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱  ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ’ .                

(𝖎𝖎.)   𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅   ᵀᴴᴱ  𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 :       

ʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ,   ‘ 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ’       /       𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼  𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 - 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜 ,   “ 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 ’       /       ᴰᴬᴿᴿᴱᴺ  𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒇𝒔𝒌𝒚 ,    ‘ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ 𝔰𝔴𝔞𝔫’       /       𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚊  𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙝 ,   “ ᴛʜᴇ   𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝐣𝐚𝐫 ”       /       ᴺᴱᴵᴸ 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 ,   ‘ 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺 ’       /       𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢  𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗇 ,  “ ᵀᴴᴱ 𝖞𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧 ’       /       𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚋𝚎  ᴡᴀʟʟᴇʀ - ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ ,  ‘ 𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖇𝖆𝖌 ’ .

𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗦:

                •       ᴹᴬᵀᵀᴴᴱᵂ   𝙼𝚄𝚁𝙳𝙾𝙲𝙺  . . .  [ diablojo ]                 •       𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄  𝘞𝘈𝘠𝘕𝘌  . . .  [ gothmite ]                 •       ᴬᴺᴳᴱᴸᴵᴷᴬ   ᴢɪᴇɢʟᴇʀ  . . .  [ elaison ]

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The Mirror (1975) / The Sacrifice (1986) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky

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𝖅 ] :      𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳.

HE MERGES INTO THE WELCOMING ANONYMITY OF A ROOM HUMMING LIKE A CHRISTIAN CHURCH BELL. THE FLUORESCENT LIME LIGHTS WINK THEIR SICKLY, OBLIQUE EYES AT A SCHOOL CARTON OF ADORING ENTHUSIASTS.                             𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐘. “I  𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘌  THE  FLASHY  SHIT.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄          𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄          𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒          𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄                      alley             cats                after               a             frenzied              brawl.         NERVES        VIBRATE  ,        [     𝙱𝙰𝚂𝚂       𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂       𝙸𝙽       𝚃𝙷𝙴       𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺.    ]      it’s               magik               varnished             in            cardinal              meat           &           elastic          brawn      :      /       [      ZATARA’S               𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵   𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯  ,                  mistress              of          witchcraft    ,          ZATANNA   .     adumbral    -             black               silhouettes                       dissolve                    themselves            in             the            biding           applause    ,                     〚 … 〛       :           𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐       𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛       𝚝𝚑𝚎       𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚡      .         it’s           just                 us                in                a                      𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺  ,                   sullen        room .           (    like old times    )             ❝          good        show ,                -               eh,    bit              long?        tho’  i  guess       :             they              weren’t              exactly              paying             attention               to              the                 magic,      huh  ?      ❞               here.             :                IT’S             GROUND            ZERO           IN          COLD   VEINS…          necro     -    flush             of             STALE  - AIR ,           hanged             &         defiled               like           a              unjustified               lynching . 

                         ❝      ’ve     a     FAVOR.     jus’     listen,    yea’         ?     ❞

@mistrist​            :            in     the     air.

                          𝚃𝙷𝙴           𝙲𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺           𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂           𝟷𝟸:𝟶𝟶               *⅋.               𝚃𝙷𝙴           𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽           𝙸𝚂           𝙳𝚁𝙰𝚆𝙽 .

ᵗʰᵉ           ᶜʳᵒʷᵈ           ᶠᵃˡˡˢ           quiet .           ˢˡᵘʳʳᵉᵈ           ᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜⁱᵖᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ           ʰᵘˢʰᵉᵈ           ᵗᵒ           ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳˢ ,           ʰᵃʳᵐᵒⁿⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ           ʷⁱᵗʰ           𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂           𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑺           ᵒᶠ           ˡᵘʳⁱᵈ           ᵇᵘˡᵇˢ           ᵃⁿᵈ           glass - clink           chatter           ᵒᶠ           ʰᵃˡᶠ           ᵈᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ           ʳᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ .           𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍           𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛           𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜           ˢʷᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ           ᵃˢ           ⁿⁱᶜᵒᵗⁱⁿᵉ - ʸᵉˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ           ᵇᵉᵃᶜᵒⁿ           ᶜᵘʳᵗᵃⁱˡˢ           ᵗʰᵉ           ˢᵐᵒᵍ           ᵒᶠ           CENTRE           STAGE .

          [   𝚊𝚕𝚕           𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜           𝚘𝚗 :               𝑴𝑬   ] ,               ᵗʰᵉ           ˢᵖᵒᵗˡⁱᵍʰᵗ           ˢʷᵉᵉᵗʰᵉᵃʳᵗ           ʷⁱᵗʰ           𝐚           𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞           𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝           𝐨𝐧           𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 .           ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡⁱˢᵗ           ᵇᵒʳⁿ           ᵃⁿᵈ           ᵇʳᵉᵈ ,           DADDY           WOULD           BE           PROUD               –––               ʰᵉʳ           ᵒᵐⁿⁱˢᶜⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ           ᵈᵃᵐⁿ           ⁿᵉᵃʳ           ᵃˢ           𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘           ᵃˢ           ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ           ᶠⁱˢʰⁿᵉᵗˢ .               ❛   ˡᵃᵈⁱᵉˢ           &.           ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉᵐᵃⁿ ,           it ’ s           time           for           magic !   ❜

ᶜᵉʳᵉᵇʳᵃˡ           ʰᵘᵐ           𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔           𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉           𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏           ⁱⁿ           ᵇᵃᶜᵏˢᵗᵃᵍᵉ           ˢᵉᶜˡᵘˢⁱᵒⁿ ,           ˢᵗⁱˡˡ           ᵇˡⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ           ᵃʷᵃʸ           ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ - ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ           ˢᶜᵒᵗᵒᵐᵃ .           𝚃𝙷𝙴           𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚂           𝙰𝚁𝙴           𝙾𝙵𝙵               ⅋.               𝚃𝙷𝙴           𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙲𝚈           𝙳𝙸𝙼𝚂 .               ❛   ⁿᵒᵗ           ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ’ ˢ           ⁱⁿ           ˢᵘᶜʰ           ᵃ           ʳᵘˢʰ           ᵗᵒ           𝐠𝐞𝐭           𝐨𝐮𝐭           𝐭𝐡𝐞           𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 ,           𝖏𝖔𝖍𝖓 .           ⁱ           ʰᵒᵖᵉᵈ           ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ           ʸᵒᵘ           ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ           ᵒᵘᵗᵍʳᵒʷ           ᵗʰᵃᵗ           HABIT .   ❜

ˢᵗᵃᵍⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ           ᵗʰⁱᶜᵏᵉⁿˢ           ᵗᵒ           𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒂 ,           ᵖᵉʳᶠᵘᵐᵉᵈ           ʷⁱᵗʰ           ʳᵘᵇᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᵗ           BOUQUET           WEEPING           VENERATE           PETALS           ᵃᵗ           ʰᵉʳ           ʰᵉᵉˡˢ .               ❛   ᵈᵒⁿ ’ ᵗ           ʷᵒʳʳʸ ,           ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ           ᵉʸᵉˢ           ʷᵉʳᵉ           exactly           where           i           wanted           them .               [   ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ - ᵐⁱⁿᵈ           ᵗʰᵉ           ʷⁱˡᵗ           ᵒᶠ           𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃           ˢᵗᵉᵐˢ   ]               ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ           ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ           ⁱ ’ ˡˡ           ᶠᵃˡˡ           ᶠᵒʳ           ᵗʰᵃᵗ   ?           ʸᵒᵘʳ           ᶠᵃᵛᵒᵘʳˢ           ᵃʳᵉ           𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛           ‘ 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 ’           𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 .   ❜

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i   feel   like   first   and   foremost   i   have   to   note   ( because   it ’ s   fundamental   to   my   portrayal   &.   the   context   of   my   characterisation )   that   zatanna   does   not   perform   her   magic   without   a   price ,   but   rather   trades   usually   in   the   form   of   physical   pain :   an   eye   for   an   eye .

this   includes   but   is   not   limited   to :   fainting   &.   passing   out ,   day - month   long   comas ,   bleeding   from   the   eyes / nose / mouth / ears ,   internal   bleeding ,   heightened   mortality ,   visible   physical   decay   &.   displacement / distortions ,   etc .

though   most   of   these   are   limited   to   extreme   spells   and   she   is   able   to   recover   from   a   majority   of   them ,   it   takes   time   and   is   an   extremely   taxing   process   both   physically   ( obviously )   and   mentally .   this   is   partially   why   she   so   often   swears   off   of   magic   only   to   somewhat   reluctantly   return   for   the   benefit   of   others   and   prefers   to   use   illusionist   methods   in   her   performances   as   opposed   to   real   magic .

bonus   note :   the   rituals   &.   spells   she   performs   are   extremely   dangerous   and   have ,   on   several   occasions   led   to   the   deaths   of   those   involved .   she   has   watched / been   responsible   for   numerous   deaths   and   this   is   an   extreme   guilt   on   her   conscience .

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I can’t exist by myself because I’m afraid of myself, because I’m the maker of my own evil. Isabelle Adjani as Anna in Possession (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski