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   ❛     ────     &   𝑛𝑜𝑤   𝑖'𝑚   𝑖𝑛    𝑎    𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑻𝑺𝑬𝒀   𝑶𝑭𝑭    𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩   𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛   𝑜𝑓   𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑  !    ❜               ind.   /    sel.      DAPHNE  KLUGER    of   the     OCEAN’S  8    franchise.    adorned  by   TROOPER.

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seriously considering returning to this blog, so if you’d still be interested in interacting  like/comment  on this and lmk <3

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me, logging in over here:  look at all the stuff i owe.   i love you all.

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𝐌𝐀𝐗.   @hisflaws​

“  𝑰'𝒎  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒈𝒖𝒚.  ”  He  repeats  her  words  in  a  matter - of - fact  tone.   “  Max,  but  I’m  sure  someone’s  told  you  that  already  –  code  words  would’ve  been  better,  but  I  guess  the  people  I  work  for  don’t  really  think  that  far  ahead.  ”   He  takes  a  cautious  step  forward.   “  If  you  were  expecting  someone  cooler  and  way  more  mysterious  …  well  uh,  sorry  to  disappoint.  ”

   𝑊𝐴𝑉𝐼𝑁𝐺  𝑂𝐹𝐹  𝐻𝐸𝑅  𝑂𝑊𝑁  𝑁𝐴𝐼𝑉𝐸𝑇𝑌   ,   she’s  new(er)  to  this   ,    she  knows  that  detail  won’t  slide.      she’s  not  foolish  enough  to  care.    dropping  sunglasses   ,    as  well   ,    a   hand’s  offered.    ❛   i’ve  no  doubts  you  know  who  i  am  so  in  this  instance  ,   it  seems  fair.    i’m  no   snitch.   ❜      ──────     ❛    cooler ?   i  haven’t  made  my  mind  up  yet   ,    dear  max.   ❜

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spooky scary haunted starters … sentence starters

“Did you call me?”

“Was that a scream?”

“Did you close that door?”

“It just turned on by itself!”

“I just saw that shadow move!”

“That was definitely not the wind.”

“It sounds like someone’s in here.”

“Is that… is that a face over there?”

“I heard breathing, right in my ear!”

“Ow! Something just scratched me!”

“I swear, I’m not joking, I saw it move!”

“Does it smell like perfume/cologne to you?”

“It’s not faulty wiring, something turned it off!”

“I didn’t slam the door. I thought that was you.”

“It feels creepy in here. Can we leave, please?”

“The lights are flickering… that’s not a good sign.”

“I could’ve sworn I heard someone talking in here.”

“There’s something standing at the foot of my bed…”

“There’s no one in here. You’re just imagining things.“

“But, there’s no one else here… who’s walking upstairs?”

“Listen, you might not believe me, but I know what I saw.”

“Wait, I thought you came home earlier. I heard your voice.”

“Haha, spooky message on the mirror, very funny. You wrote it, right?”

“It was your bright idea to use a spirit board, and now look what’s happening!”

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        endless  visuals.   #002      \       d a p h n e .

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𝑇𝐻𝐸  𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸  𝑇𝑂  𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐼𝐶𝐸  𝐺𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐶𝐸𝑆  𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅  𝑇𝐻𝐸  𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑈𝐿𝐷𝐸𝑅.    it  suggests  suspicions.    she  enjoys  it    too  much    -----   getting    close   on  a  job.    playful  ,   faux  clueless   ,   sliding  into  the  spot  beside.    ❛   don’t  tell  me  you  keep  looking  towards  that  door  because  you’re  waiting  on  a   DATE    now  .  .  .   i’m  here.   ❜

@bewrath​​​​         /           𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃   !

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❛    𝐶𝐴𝑁  𝑌𝑂𝑈  𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐼𝐸𝑉𝐸  𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸  𝑊𝐴𝑆  𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅  𝐴  𝐷𝐴𝑌    i  refused  to   brush  my  hair   ?    like  ,   that  was  some  sort  of   statement   .  .  .   ❜    a  cringe  at  the  thought  alone.     ❛    i  should  be  feeding  you    hush  money    to  be  honest  ,   i’m  sure  there’re  photos  out  there   .  .  .    off  our  yearbooks  you  might  make  mint.   ❜     an  air  of  jest  contradicts   ,    the  slight  glimmer  of  seriousness  behind  those  eyes.

@mqryalice​​         /           𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃   !

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𝑮𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑪 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 .    bold what applies to your muse ,      italicize what sometimes applies to them .      repost , don’t reblog .

𝚆𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂 .     the wildness of open spaces .  withered trees with limbs like spiders . abandoned homes .  two souls that are the same .  dying young . the ghost of a girl .  revenge that does not satisfy .  tapping at the window .  knowing too much of the pains of others .  cruelty that doesn’t fade .  an unresolved past .  marrying ,  but not for love .  rolling hills .  hair flying in the blustering wind . sudden illness .  disinterment .  the deep pain of loss . carrying a namesake that is not your own . facing a storm head on . an accent thick upon the tongue . a figure on the horizon ,  shrouded by mist .  ageing walls and rotting floorboards .  intruding upon the wake of destruction . wasting away . together in death .

𝙹𝙰𝙽𝙴 𝙴𝚈𝚁𝙴 .      the madwoman in the attic .  candle-flame and burn stains .  soft laughter .  a fire roaring in the hearth .  silence in the halls .  folded hands over modest skirts .  the pain of being wronged .  a wedding interrupted at the altar .  dark brows .  a horse riding up the path .  the isolation of a church .  gray skies .  landscape as bleak as your soul .  finding sanctuary .  a bird flying free from its cage .  discovering your worth . returning to a place that feels like home .  falling in love in spite of yourself .  schoolyards full of children . lying in bed while clasping a loved one’s hands in yours .  hopeless prayers .  hiding in an alcove to read .  timid but strong .  being true to oneself above all .

𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙺𝙴𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙸𝙽 .      grand prose .  the glory of nature .  playing god .  the spark of madness that drives creation .  stripped down to shirtsleeves .  the gritty streets of the city . staying awake too long . snow-capped peaks .  retreating from society . innocent recollections that become twisted .  a lost paradise .  lightning across a dark sky .  to be destined for one alone .  shouting from the top of a mountain .  strewn corpses .  the implements of a surgeon scattered across a surface .  a bride on her wedding night .  books left open to gather dust ,  pulled from shelves .  dark circles beneath the eyes .  the deathly pallor of a corpse .  things alive that shouldn’t be .  desiring a love of your own .  feeling your soul restored with a bliss that cannot last .  icy terrain .  unsatisfactory endings .

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙾𝙼 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙰 .      the long ,  fatal crack across a mirror .  unearthly voices echoing through the dark .  a duet .  snow falling against statues of angels .  the lament of a violin’s strings .  resurrected hopes .  the sensation of being watched .  candles blowing out on their own .  masquerade revellers .  unrequited love .  the snapping of a noose .  an obscured face .  the scintillating light of an ornate chandelier . mysterious and inexplicable catastrophes .  watching your dreams shatter .  curtains drawing back from a stage .  devils that are angels .  a soft kiss on the forehead .  scratches of red ink . long capes and gloved hands .  retreating to the rooftop .  being led in a trance .  love as your undoing and your salvation .

𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙴𝚈 .     the turrets of a gothic mansion made of stone .  portraits looming above the stairwell .  suspicion of all around you .  dreaming of grandeur ,  awaking to normalcy .  the sound of a carriage coming up the street .  top hats and fine suits .  dancing at a ball .  the lavish throes of society . the thrill of being introduced .  a mystery that goes ignored .  chests that harbour secrets .  old love letters .  thumbing through the pages of a novel .  disappointing the one you admire .  the appearance of indifference . having your heart played with .  grand rooms housing past memories .  mistaken first impressions .  affluent personages .  kissing in the garden .

𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰 .      your life draining out of you .  a castle on a lonely precipice .  fog spreading through woodlands .  dutifully kept journals .  enthusiastic correspondence with one you love .  blood dripping down the chin . a tongue stroking sharp teeth .  the howling of wolves coming closer .  wreathes of garlic hung about the room .  rosary beads and crucifixes .  violence that spans centuries .  tall figures that cast long shadows .  disturbing the silence of a grave .  the sensation of leaving your homeland .  not dead ,  only sleeping .  last wishes .  a long and arduous journey .  an ominous ship at sea .  the sound of shovels in the basement .  eerie lights that obstruct your path .  goblets of blood red wine .  a stake through the heart . to be at peace at last .

𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 :  @bewrath​  <3  ty  ty 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶 :   @mqryalice​   ,   @southstayed​   ,   @fencetm​   ,  @phriestly​   you !

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𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐼𝑍𝐸𝐷  𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑁𝐸𝐿𝑆  𝐶𝑂𝑁𝐶𝐸𝐴𝐿  𝐻𝐸𝑅  𝐸𝑌𝐸𝑆  ,    the  better  half  of  her  features.   all  but  a  red  painted  signature  smirk.     ❛   so  you’re  the    guy   right?    do  you  people  not  use     CODE   WORDS   or  anything ?   i  always  thought  that  was  ,  like   .  .  .   a  thing.   ❜

@hisflaws​         /           𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃   !

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❛   𝑅𝑈𝑁  𝐷𝑂𝑊𝑁  𝐶𝐻𝐼𝐶𝐴𝐺𝑂   .  .  .   if  we  shoot  here  ,   we’ll  get  points  for    authenticity.   ❜     as  far  as  hollywood’s  concerned  ,     authenticity’s  worth  its  weight  in  gold.    blips  of  it  so   RARE   they  were  to  be  cherished.   ❛   critics  positively  eat  it  up.    it’ll  put  this  little  diner  of  yours  on  the  map.   ❜

@southstayed​​         /           𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃   !

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❝ don’t forget your scarf,  it’s cold out. ❞ ❝ are you coming to thanksgiving dinner? ❞ ❝ i baked pumpkin pie! ❞ ❝ apple cider is better than pumpkin spice. ❞ ❝ pumpkin spice is better than apple cider. ❞ ❝ if i hear pumpkin spice one more time i’m gonna scream. ❞ ❝ it’s halloween,  motherfucker. ❞ ❝ did you see something move in the woods? ❞ ❝ look,  a full moon! ❞ ❝ are you ready for pumpkin carving? ❞ ❝ do you want tea or hot chocolate? ❞ ❝ man,  you don’t sound good. ❞ ❝ i’m so over flu season. ❞ ❝ i made you some soup! ❞ ❝ any ideas on couples costumes? ❞ ❝ they’re not christmas lights if they’re orange. ❞ ❝ here,  take my sweater. ❞ ❝ let’s have a bonfire. ❞ ❝ have you seen my fake blood? ❞ ❝ that’s not fake. ❞ ❝ hocus pocus or some shit. ❞ ❝ look at these fuckin’ bats! ❞ ❝ is that body real or fake? ❞ ❝ it’s freezing outside. ❞  ❝ NO!  it’s not supposed to snow yet! ❞ ❝ what are you,  a constipated ghost? ❞ ❝ i don’t think that’s sex moaning. ❞ ❝ pretty sure this place is haunted. ❞ ❝ i’m not going in there. ❞ ❝ happy turkey day! ❞ ❝ wanna go apple picking? ❞

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daphne’s  kink  is  dine   &&   dashing  ,   leaving  dates  in  the  dust.   pass  it  on.

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𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬   for  something  small   xx

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