thedione

[thedione]

might... return

[thedione]

small starter call here. only one muse bio is done but just Trust Me on the other muses. specify muse or i will pick randomly (and if i do that, you’ll get more than one, so be warned 👀)

#smirks invitingly in cult

[thedione]

fablesque​:

their shared shiver renders them useless,    two skins wrapped over flesh and bone and  all too small  facing the danger that looms.   she remembered matron agatha’s hand,  rising like a scythe,   the shadow cutting through her before the admonishment ever did—    and it was powerless just when she decided it to be,   that who she was did not equal the skin she wore.    the darkness  is less threatening when it is just  the absence of light,   and not a never-ending abyss.    

if she could,   she would convey it to carter,   if only to  breathe power into the words,    to borrow their strength long enough to weather this storm.

when the suggestion came,   she stopped abruptly in her steps   &   tugged back on their joint anchorage of hands,   though not letting go.    it made no sense to sequester into a closed space with only  one way out.    olivia shook her head furiously,   though the footsteps that grew louder with each passing moment     (  tap.   tap.   tap.   )     shook her resolve just long enough to  consider  the plan at least.     she nudged the girl forward,   to lead the way,   tightening her grip on the bony hand to reconfirm and reassure:    i will be right behind you,   her foot rested on the edge of the vent,    an eye on the door left ajar behind them.     lies,  too,   were powerful things.

carter scans olivia’s face for a trace of strength,   though all she finds is hesitance   (it makes her heart beat an even colder rhythm in her chest:    she worries that it will crawl into her throat and spill out between them,   a last offering before the two girls are burned as wounded effigies--      she might die of fright before anyone even gets their hands on her).      her fingers grasp on the edge of the vent,   peering inside the dark lagoon.    she cannot see very far down,  though she must trust that it will guide her out of this place,  eventually.   another glance at olivia tells her that their time is running short:    make a decision,  carter!    and if she leads them towards their death,   at least it will only be a few short seconds before their end descends on them.       

‘‘    good luck,    ’’    she whispers towards olivia.    there is potential for just one of them to survive--   and carter is happily employed in the business of self - sacrifice.     ‘‘    we can do this.    ’’      she doesn’t even know if she’s lying.    she’ll find out sooner rather than later,  however.     she hauls herself into the vent,   the closeness of the walls choking her near immediately.   it is warmer than she expected   ...   no one ever expects death to be warm.   she crawls in, letting her arms drag her,  glancing over her shoulder to make sure she’s being followed.

#fablesque #carter mcclean. #they r going to be final girls together

[thedione]

lady’s lips are painted blue.    she likes a theme:    she thinks it fits her well   (there is a glass in front of @patentyd that is half - full    ...    a little gang is creeping around her beloved hotel and she cannot simply stand by--    her nails are inspected closely as she rambles about something inconsequential).   a distraction as she stirs her own tea,  not quite taking a sip from it.     ‘‘    ah,  careful there.   you don’t think there was just lemonade in that glass,   did you?     ’’

#patentyd #lady blue. #gives lady 4 shaggy. she will eat him #meme tagged in the dialogue

[thedione]

fablesque​:

he’d oft been told his own curiosity will get him killed some day.      that strange reminder of childhood and made its way back into his head the day he had walked into  the dione.     it was easy for him to  catch the bait  when one resident extended her hand with the promise of a potrait,   offered casually as one would  a complementary breakfast.    nikolai leaned across his seat,    his forearm rested against the edge.     ❛   brave?   that’s a first.  most people have been saying foolish.   ❜     the tape recorder in his trouser-pocket beat silently,    though his heart did not.      ❛   I have read them,   but it takes more than stories to deter me.    got a bit of a death-wish,  it seems.   ❜     an airy laugh shared between passing acquaintances.    nikolai had to remind himself the reality—   the contrary.     ❛  how long have you lived here?   ❜

she grins at him   (it is a slow,  feline sort of grin:    he does not react like a singing canary,  crying foul play as he was thrown into her quarters,    but she still flashes her claws a little--    danger clings to her,   as wiry and low - brow as her flesh).    foolish fits him well,  she thinks,   but that thought is not uncommon for her    ...     the dione elevates the people who live there.    her ego is gently teased between her fingers,   kept alive through the ache of her wrists.      it is the canvas she paints upon--    nikolai’s face is merely the veneer.     ‘‘    foolishness is just what cowards call bravery.     ’’    she is clinical with her words:   they know where to make their incisions.     ‘‘    oh,  you know.   a long time.     ’’

#fablesque #lady blue. #nik: how long have you lived here #lady: dont. Worry About It

[thedione]

girlseventeen​:

“Technophobe? I wouldn’t go that far. I quite like the dishwasher. And my laptop. I’m partial to a little TV from time to time.” But when her parents are away, of course. Otherwise, it’s just the endless gloom of the news or once in a blue moon, a documentary. It hurts her sometimes, as it’s like they don’t think she can control herself. She’s responsible and capable enough to run the house alone during the many times they are gone, but not to turn a television off after an episode or two or to return home from a trip out with her friends at a responsible time. It’s a relief that the can in her hand is still too full to be crushed, Satomi instead opting to take another sip. “If there was nowhere else? Maybe, but even then, I don’t know. My parents would probably just tell me to create some space. They’re like that. They’re not people to argue with.”

carter’s eyes pop out of her head at the idea of a dishwasher   (she is bitten raw by her earnestness:    perhaps her mother is right   ...   she is too new to the world and she does not yet have the weapons to protect herself).    ‘‘    you have a dishwasher?   ’’    a dreamy sigh as her knees fall together,   a girl captured by the future that she had never really been a part of.   she thinks she died when she was very young--    she thinks there is a new death every day.    ‘‘   we don’t have anything like that.    i think our pipes are too old.   we live in a really old building.   ’’    don’t talk about the building,  carter.     ‘‘    have you ever had an argument with them?   your parents?     ’’

#girlseventeen

[thedione]

lady’s eyes are wide and unassuming as they stare down nikolai.   with a twitch of her hand,  she directs him to turn,  so his face catches the light.    he makes a rather fine subject:    painting him is as natural as breathing.    ‘‘    you’re brave to come into the dione,   ’’     she tells @fablesque,   trying to mix the right colour to catch his glossy skin.    there is a soft record playing in the distance and the music fills the room entirely.   her hands rest as she moves towards the windows,    throwing one open.    light splinters.     ‘‘    haven’t you read the newspaper stories about this place?     ’’

#fablesque #lady blue. #have lady for nikolai she's an artist and kind of morally corrupt. um-

[thedione]

fablesque​:

rain drums its fingers against the tin roof,    its rhythm matches the terrified beat of her heart.    the matrons at merilance always warned the girls to  steer clear of the unknown,   but she has found it to be a fool’s advice.    it is the known that scares her:   the hungry eyes of the moth-eaten bodies,    the empty void trapped in them,    their heads tilting with curiosity and something even more sinister.     olivia grips the other girl’s hand over her own,   now entwined  like anchors  as she guides them through the darkness.

their steps were careful through the littered objects,    wooden figurines scattered across the floor,    dust gathering underneath their feet.    no one has been here in ages,   olivia realises and wonders if that has been the case  for good reason.    a shiver passes through carter’s body and olivia feels it too,   causing her to stop in the middle of their trek.    ❛   they prey on fear. ❜     she means to say,  but the words are lost in her throat so she tightens her grasp on the trembling fingers.    pat,  pat,  pat,   sound the footsteps behind them but  olivia stills.     the alarm in her widely blown eyes urges carter into silence too,    because there was no reason for another trespasser to be here.    the hall they had left behind was empty. 

she knows that olivia cannot really protect her   (she knows that they are both lamb - skinned and putrid:     they are little girls deciding to play dress - up inside of a mystery,   lifting different masks to their face until one of them grows claws and takes up permanent residence     ...    and,  even as she knows this,   she grips at olivia’s hand to anchor herself).    olivia’s knuckles are spindly against her thumb.    it is nice to touch someone else--     carter thinks that touch makes them a little more human.    it makes the darkness feel less like it is scurrying into her throat,   dampening her skin with a thin sheen of sweat.

but olivia’s eyes spin to her,   widened with fear.    it echoes in her.    carter grips more tightly at olivia’s hand,   glancing down the hallway as if the darkness will reveal something useful to them.   it doesn’t.   the world around them is as stubborn as ever,   holding its breath   (it might release a scream or a laugh).   ‘‘   this way,    ’’     carter whispers,   gentle as the breeze.   she hopes it is quite enough.   with a light tug,   her foot slips against a board,   nudging it aside to reveal an exposed vent.

#fablesque #carter mcclean. #carter wil lsee an issue and be like damn ok. get in the vent olivia

[thedione]

girlseventeen​:

“Technophobe? I wouldn’t go that far. I quite like the dishwasher. And my laptop. I’m partial to a little TV from time to time.” But when her parents are away, of course. Otherwise, it’s just the endless gloom of the news or once in a blue moon, a documentary. It hurts her sometimes, as it’s like they don’t think she can control herself. She’s responsible and capable enough to run the house alone during the many times they are gone, but not to turn a television off after an episode or two or to return home from a trip out with her friends at a responsible time. It’s a relief that the can in her hand is still too full to be crushed, Satomi instead opting to take another sip. “If there was nowhere else? Maybe, but even then, I don’t know. My parents would probably just tell me to create some space. They’re like that. They’re not people to argue with.”

carter listens with a rapt sort of attention   (this is the first time she’s been allowed to have a conversation with someone outside the dione that didn’t last just a few seconds:   maybe allowed is the wrong word,    though,    since her mother hadn’t agreed to this--    maybe she just hadn’t been told off for it yet,  which still made it sweet as a summer peach).     ‘‘    we don’t have a duh - duh - dishwasher.   mother says it’s important that i learn how to do all my chores.   i think we just can’t afford one,   though.     ’’      and the dione was weird about technology,  but she wasn’t supposed to talk about that.    it was a bad topic,  her mother always said.    strangers don’t understand,   not even the cool ones that lend you a quarter.     ‘‘     my mother’s the same.   you can’t argue with her,  ever,   or she gets cross.    do you    ...     do you ever do anything bad,  though?     ’’

#girlseventeen #carter mcclean. #carter is like this STRANGER is my new best friend #and i'll tell them ALL my secrets

[thedione]

girlseventeen​:

satomi  nods  and  follows  her  down  the  hallway.  at  this  point,  she’s  slightly  tipsy,  stumbling  a  little  as  she  walks,  something  that  can’t  help  but  make  her  embarrassed.  perhaps  she  can  try  again  tomorrow  to  fix  everything.  words  tumble  out  of  her  mouth,  awkward  and  out  of  nowhere,  just  to  drown  out  the  thoughts  in  her  head.  ❝  have  you  lived  here  long?  ❞

lady laughs at the question   (she laughs and laughs and laughs--    it hurts her cheeks a little bit,   but it still pours out of her).    she notices that satomi is stumbling:   for a brief moment of curiosity,  she merely watches the tipsy teetering.   and then her hand reaches out and presses against satomi’s shoulders,  steadying her.     ‘‘    oh,   a very long time,    ’’     lady said,  with a vague sort of longing.     ‘‘    it is a very beautiful place.    very    ...    very spiritual,  satomi.   i’m very lucky to live here.     ’’

#girlseventeen #lady blue.

[thedione]

fablesque​:

the flashlight is more of a nuisance because it is a reminder of all that  does not cast a shadow.    the bodies that surround them are half-eaten   &   grotesque,    threaded with light and speckles of dust,    and where there should be flesh are  grey veils  that separate what is real from what is not.     (  ghouls,   she has found,   do not bother…    unless bothered.  )     

olivia smacks the flashlight out of the girl’s hand    &    grips her wrist tightly,   fingers that clasp like cuffs,   tugging her against the resistance of carter’s unwillingness.      come now,    says the urgency in her grey eyes,    we don’t have much time.

carter gasps when the flashlight rolls lamely to the floor,    a harsh smack sounding in the distance.    light curled from them and rolled beneath a piece of furniture:    the darkness terrifies her.    olivia’s hand curls over her wrist and carter’s hand lifts to cover it--     if she uses olivia to ground herself,  at least she’ll known she’s still real.   still here.   still breathing.    not dead,   not dead,   not dead.     ‘‘    i’m scuh - scuh - scared,     ’’     carter breathes,  a fact self - evident in the pulsing tremble of her outline.     ‘‘     don’t let go of my hand.    ’’    it is wrong to say she thinks olivia can protect her:     she just wants to ensure a sort of closeness,   hoping that will ward off shadows.     ‘‘    okay,    ’’    she said,  eventually.    ‘‘    lead the way.     ’’

#fablesque #carter mcclean. #olivia youve accidentally become carter's anchor lets go

[thedione]

‘‘      nuh - nuh - nothing’s that important,   you know.       ’’      carter is wide - eyed as a trembling hand wraps around a flashlight,   trying not to look at @fablesque​,  trying not to look at the gaping wound of a basement that the door led to.   she decided,  then and there,   that she hated olivia’s plans.     ‘‘    i don’t think i’m ready to die.   i’ve never even tasted key lime pie.     ’’

#fablesque #carter mcclean. #hijinks...hijink!!

[thedione]

girlseventeen​:

❝  i  suppose  social  media  has  a  use  after  all.  thank  you,  by  the  way.  ❞  she  takes  the  lemonade  from  carter,  wiping  off  the  top  of  the  can  with  the  sleeve  of  her  blazer,  then  opens  it  and  takes  a  sip.  it’s  been  ages.  her  parents  don’t  allow  soft  drinks  in  the  house,  and  she’s  too  nervous  to  buy  any  when  they’re  away.  ❝  satomi,  ❞  she  introduces  herself,  offering  her  a  nod.  ❝  nice  to  meet  you.  and  that’s  nice.  your  mother  sticking  up  for  you,  i  mean.  i  don’t  think  mine  would  do  that.  she’d  just  tell  me  to  find  somewhere  else  to  study.  ❞

carter sits back down and begins twisting her legs around each other.    she can’t sit still--    mama said she had ants all over her,   burrowing right into her bones   (carter just thinks she’s strange).     ‘‘    are you one of those puh - puh - people who don’t like social media?   a techno - phobe?   sometimes,  i think it might be rotting part of my brain,   but it’s worth it.     ’’     after all,  she wouldn’t know her cool hack without it.    her mother only let her use the phone for emergency calls,   but carter had downloaded a fun little game on it.   everything else was learned on the library computers.     ‘‘    what if there was nowhere else in the world to study?     ’’

#girlseventeen #carter mcclean.

[thedione]

Send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

#manifesting attention

[thedione]

... ravenously hungry girls, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from the care and feeding of ravenously hungry girls by anissa gray.

i know how much you must miss everybody.

hungry ghosts have got to be fed.

i’ll stay up as late as i want.

it’s hard to come back in.

anything i’d forget, you’d avenge.

guilt speaks louder than common sense.

everything’s alright, right? everything’s normal.

what kind of world are we making?

they called me unfocused, uncooperative, and possibly depressed.

act like you have some sense.

if i don’t know, tell me. i’m listening.

i told you that, but obviously you don’t listen.

if you’d been there, you’d have seen. you’d understand.

we thought we had all the time in the world to be together.

it’s like there’s receptors in my brain, picking up every bad vibe out there.

seems to me you’re out of second chances.

how do you live without somebody who’s always been there, even when you didn’t want them to be?

maybe we’re all lambs to the slaughter.

some of us just got ‘kick me’ signs taped to our backs, straight out of the womb.

it’s like i want to explode all the time.

i was just trying to scare you. that’s all.

i was tough because life was tough.

no one expects you to pretend to be happy, okay?

you haven’t done anything wrong. this isn’t your fault.

i tried to tell you. it can be bad out there.

we all have our ‘i won’t back down’ things. 

you know how people can be.

be careful what company you keep.

i’m trying to focus on what i’m grateful for.

i have to forgive and move on, okay?

did ____ ever ask for your forgiveness?

home doesn’t feel like home without you.

don’t worry about me. just keep yourself out of trouble.

i’ve never seen you cry.

not everybody gets a second chance.

how was i supposed to know? nobody said anything to me.

#pspsppsp

[thedione]

i think an important note about the dione is that it is ever - shifting. it can exist on the outskirts of any town, any city. any place where there is people, there is the dione, and there are the people of the dione. it is timeless, ageless, and placeless. it exists in and of itself.

#headcanon.

[thedione]

small starter call here. only one muse bio is done but just Trust Me on the other muses. specify muse or i will pick randomly (and if i do that, you’ll get more than one, so be warned 👀)

#okay i have like four muse bios now pspspsps