If @thequeenbee42.bsky.social was to walk downstairs, all windows would be blocked out with newspapers, curtains and closed blinds. Candles dimly lit the living room, Lazaros was fronting in Courtney's stead; stomach growling from not having fed yet, as he sat atop the sofa.

Smacking @thequeenbee42.bsky.social.

Poking @vanderwaalmona.bsky.social.

Should I be concerned that a whole Norse GOD is staring at me?

@nickmaxwell122.bsky.social will feel his neck be punctured, blood oozing out, but will not see the very girl who he devoted his life to torturing. Nor anyone else. She had her feed.

Her laughter seemed to intensify, ❝Oh, will I?❞ She mimicked, arms folding across her chest.

Chuckling, she steps forward, shaking her head. ❝No, there's no way that she could've given me the ability to do,❞ Courtney then takes Nick's hand, bending one of his fingers backward, seemingly breaking it effortlessly, ❝This.❞

❝Well, let's just say, the circumstances shifted after our last fight.❞ Stepping forward, Courtney eerily smirks at her nemesis—something was definitely off, moreso than usual.

Tempt it, and I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 cut your lights out.

. . . You won’t wanna try hurting her again, trust me.

Fuck off.

[𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑ː @alisondilaurentis1.bsky.social.] Yet another grueling quarrel arose between herself and the insolent Nick Maxwell, who seemingly lacks the ability to take 'no' for an answer. Courtney was left battered, and bruised—minor cuts and scrapes, but her consciousness ⟩

Groaning in agony as her nose was struck, she cupped around it, as well as her mouth. Brows furrowing, eyes shut due to the pain, ❝Þū tairsaludja sairþanda. . .❞ Courtney hissed under her breath. As Alison stepped in and led her away, she shook her head. ❝Fucker got me bleeding. . .❞ She then ⟩

• This AMAZING layout was created by #nerdtothebone over at @nerdartbox.bsky.social! 🩵💞 • Filter is “chelsea” by @kaijucatrph.bsky.social.

Clinging onto @vanderwaalmona.bsky.social.

As long as you don’t ask anything crazy of me, I’m fine with that!

❝𝔜ou’ve got the wrong twin, I’m not the 𝑐͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑧͟𝑦͟ one—𝔰he needs to be locked up. 𝓔͟n͟d of story.❞

𐍃𐌹𐌾. Istg Jean you better bring Darren over here

An eyebrow raised, her back turned to the girl—a grin began to grow on her face, steadily turning around. Upon being greeted with the sight of her old friend, ❝VIOLET!❞ She exclaimed, before rushing over and practically tackling her.

[𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑ː @vanderwaalmona.bsky.social, c. first half of 2007.] Weeks of unexplained distance, and erratic behaviour from the petite brunette had passed. Leaving Courtney with all the time in the world—what was most of that time spent on? Surveilling her old friends, ensuring ⟩

Does @dilaurentisalison.bsky.social want to come over? Mona is at work.

Hugging @vanderwaalmona.bsky.social tightly, features faintly pouty—seems the smallest of her alters was around.

Whenever Calvin arrives home from Mona’s work, she will be awaiting him. The cuddles are needed.

[𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑ː @vanderwaalmona.bsky.social, early 2017.] Heels shuffle through the Brew’s door, not a minute off of Courtney’s routine—fingers tapped on at a salmon Rebecca Minkoff tote hung from a shoulder, awaiting her chance to order. Unaware of the presence of a familiar presence, she ⟩

✎⠀𐍃𐌹𐌾. I hope we get some content with Sasha’s dark hair soon 😭I’d be switching my layout so fast

She, @liarathletic.bsky.social, @hannamrinpll.bsky.social, and @disquietspence.bsky.social should all go out for coffee at some point.

“𝑰𝒇 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.” a descriptive portrayal of Melissa Hastings » horror and triggering topics » AU and possible crossovers » mdni • #pllrp

She hopes that Hanna doesn’t have plans with @vanderwaalmona.bsky.social for the day. Courtney’s needing some extra cuddle time.

< is sick.

Missing @vanderwaalmona.bsky.social right now. . .

Some may say, that Courtney followed in her brother’s footsteps, when it came to being an addict. Jason did it for the high, Courtney did it to feel something.

✎⠀𐍃𐌹𐌾. I’m really sick rn, so sorry I haven’t been doing replies

Hmph. . .

✎⠀𐍃𐌹𐌾. Made a writer’s account: @scriptedbysig.bsky.social

✎⠀𐍃𐌹𐌾. Replies tomorrow, but send me more starterssss

After calling @hannamrinpll.bsky.social and asking if she wanted to come over, Courtney decided to pour herself a glass of wine. Awaiting the blonde’s arrival, she sat in the living room.

By the time @vanderwaalmona.bsky.social arrives back home, Sarah may be found in the living room—holding crayons and a colouring book on the floor.

Sluggishly nodding in response, the now-brunette has a seat on the couch—a sigh of relief escapes her lips. ❝Mhm, I legit didn’t wanna get out of bed. . .❞

Her arms wrap around @dilaurentisalison.bsky.social for a hug. It is one of those days of vulnerability.

❝Morning. . .❞ Sunglasses rest atop the bridge of her nose—someone is evidently suffering from a hangover.

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 m̲e̲n̲d̲. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.”

@vanderwaalmona.bsky.social may come home to a bit of a surprise.

The injury spot on the back of her head, from two decades prior, began flairing up again. Cue the professor popping a few Vicodin pills, frowning as she twists the pill bottle closed.