you may think you’re winning this heartbreak, but you’re not gonna win it ‘cause CHECKMATE.
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you may think you’re winning this heartbreak, but you’re not gonna win it ‘cause CHECKMATE.
multimuse ft. muses from a variety of fandoms. revamped jan 2020. template.
rescued/escaped hostage starter sentences
“Calm down, calm down. It’s me! You’re not where you think you are, you’re safe with me at home.” “You need to snap out of it, it’s a flashback. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore, trust me!” “Help! I need help! Call the police, please. Help me! Don’t let him/her find me! I escaped, but he/she’s after me!” “Listen, listen. You are going to be okay. He/she is locked away for good, alright?” ”It’s a very strange idea that someone will spend the rest of their life in prison because of what they did to me.” ”I don’t want her/him to go to prison. She/he did it because she/he loved me.” “Can you please tell me what happened while you were… gone?” ”I never stopped thinking about you.” ”The police told me it would be best to assume you were dead, because of what might be happening to you otherwise… But I could never convince myself.” “We kept your bedroom the way it always was… I understand if you’d want it changed, but I want you to know that we never lost hope that you’d come back home.” “Is that– Is that really you? Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s you!” “How do you feel after your first night home?” “The police will need to ask you about what happened… but maybe you want to tell us first? You haven’t said a thing since we got you back!” “We have imagined the worst things that could have happened to you. Please just tell us so we can try to move on and help you.” “Shh, it was a nightmare. You’re in your own bedroom.” “If you want to start living your old life, you’re going to have to start putting what happened to you behind you.” “I can never be who I used to be! I was gone for years! And you expect me to go through some therapy and have my old life back?! That’s never going to happen!” ”Were you scared all the time? Or… or did you get used to it?” ”I’m not even sure what I’d rather hear, that you were always afraid or that you actually liked it there.” “Nothing happened. I just ran away. I was sick of being here. I just made it up to sound interesting.” “Will you please come out of your bedroom… I know you’re probably not comfortable with the amount of space after what you’re used to, but please try…” “I’m here for you. I’ll keep you safe. I’m not going to lose you a second time.” “Shh, it’s okay! It’s normal to have flashbacks, but you have to try to focus on me now.” “You can’t go back there! Are you insane? Why do you want to?!”
yikes i’m sure you’ve all noticed that i kinda just... disappeared from this blog. don’t get me wrong, i love vanessa a lot, but the truth is a brought her back on a whim and the muse has kinda disappeared so i’m gonna put vanessa on an indefinite hiatus. idk ehen or if i’m gonna come back, so for rn you can find me on @bethisms, @telepathia, @deceptiveisms, @unwillinghuntcr, @unevildemon, @duvalslasher or my personal @noahsduval.
xdamagedmind | beau montague
If Beau knew anything about not wanting to deal with pain, it was that he knew you couldn’t run from it forever. Still, he did like any rational human being would do - he tried to pretend it wasn’t there and self-medicate. “It’s alright. We were all new to this at one point.”
“Yeah, I guess we are.” She nods, giving a small smile. She doesn’t like trying to push her memories away, but she hates thinking about them even more. It’s like she just can’t win. “How long have you been doing this?”
you can break my soul, take my life away, beat me, hurt me, kill me. but for the love of god don’t touch him.
xdamagedmind | beau montague
Saying Hello to: @ofdarkpasts
“LOOK, you came to me, alright?” Beau looked at the younger girl as he held a joint between his index and middle finger towards her. “You asked how I deal with the memories and this is it. You want it or not?”
She’s hesitant; her memories are something she needs to deal with, but she had always been told not to do things like this. “Yeah.” She says with a small nod, biting her lip slightly. “Just keep in mind it’s my first time.”
byronicgirls | danna pratt
“I know more about missing persons cases than most people but not enough to be an expert.” Danna had done more than her fair share of reading about some of the regions more interesting stories. “If there’s a case your interested in I could give you the highlights.”
“Not exactly one that I’m interested in.” She says quietly, looking around a moment and deciding how to word what she wants to say before she speaks. “Kinda one I was involved in. My name’s Vanessa Harper.”
bcnsheewails | lydia martin
Lydia was a bit taken back as soon as the biology teacher stood up & introduced a new girl to her class. Beacon Hills wasn’t exactly small, but she had never seen this girl around before… but something about her looked so damn familiar that it was starting to get on her nerves. All throughout the entire period, Lydia glanced over at the blonde trying to figure out where she knew her from until it hit her. Once the bell rang, the redhead was making her way over to the other girl with a small smile gracing her lips. ❛ Hey, aren’t you the girl from the news? ❜ Lydia furrowed her brows, knowing that it was too blunt. ❛ Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but I followed your case quite closely. ❜ ━━━━ @ofdarkpasts ( sc. )
It’s her first day back at school, & it’s not a shock that just about every teacher has introduced her as a new girl. Most of them have that look in their eye that they remember her, but they don’t say anything. They just act like she’s someone brand new, as if that makes all of this easier. Maybe it does for them, but for her it just brings on more paranoia. She’s just lucky that she had always gotten good grades; it’d be so much worse if they’d put her in eith the younger kids. She’s sure she’s gonna have a lot to catch up on, but she can handle that. She has to. Lydia’s the first person to straight up ask it, but she’s sure that others have thought about it. ❛ Yeah, that’s me. I’m Vanessa Harper. ❜ She says with a small smile. ❛ You did? I kinda just assumed that most people kinda just ignored it, to be honest. ❜ That’s partnered with a small laugh, but it’s something she’d thought for a long time.
byronicgirls | danna pratt
“It isn’t that I have to keep up with the news,” she uttered without looking up from her laptop. “It’s that I want to. The news is interesting – more interesting than anything that happens around here.”
“So, like, you know about missing people and stuff? Like when it happens and is on the news a lot?” She feels like she already knows the answer to that, though. “Some kinda interesting stuff happens here.”
irregularitiies | chris mcdonald
“Yeah, it’s just tough, I guess.” It’s something he’s been slowly becoming more aware of, and actually facing the fact that you hardly even knew anything about yourself was a bit scary. He’s definitely happy to have her there, though, so he doesn’t have to go through all of this on his own. She was a calming presence for him. “Oh I’d definitely keep it quiet.” He’ll reach for her hand then, intertwining his own fingers with hers. A perfect fit. “I mean, I can’t just steal the spotlight from Liam like that, y’know? It’d be a total dick move.”
“You know, babe, maybe you’re just so tall that your memories couldn’t reach to your head and so they live in your heart.” It’s a bit of a crappy joke, but she’s trying. And he really is tall enough for her to think that it’s possible. She smiles as their fingers intertwine, gaze dropping to their hands before she speaks. “Right, yeah. It’d suck for his friend to take his spotlight away. Plus, if people found out you survived murder they’d keep trying to kill you and I don’t think I could handle that.”
irregularitiies | liam richards
“I mean, that’s a true fact. I had to make sure it wasn’t a like, a pity thing or something. For his sake.” He’s obviously kidding here, a little smile on his lips while he talks. The usual. “Just the ones that won’t make me vomit.”
“It’s about as far as it can be from a pity thing.” She laughs slightly and shakes her head. “If anything he’s too good for me.” It may sound like a joke, but she really means that one. “I mean I could tell you all about how warn his lips are, or how good it feels when his tongue slides into your mouth, but maybe i’ll keep all the details a bit more secret.”
Sharing A Bed Starters
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"I had a nightmare."
"There's plenty of room for the both of us."
"There is not enough room here for both of us."
"It's cold. We should try to conserve body heat."
"You're not even going to notice because you'll be asleep!"
"We've only got the one bed between the two of us."
"Quit stealing the covers."
"Quit kicking me."
"It's better than sleeping on the floor."
"It's either this or you sleep in the tub."
"Alright. Get up here."
"We're sleeping in the same bed, not together!"
"Please go to bed."
"Sleep is for the weak."
"Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Dutch oven!"
"You sleep on top of the sheets."
"I'll sleep on top of the sheets."
"I'm scared. Can I sleep with you?"
"You're scared? You can come sleep with me, I guess."
"I have to sleep closer to the door."
"I can't sleep this close to the door."
"Stop getting up so early. You always wake me up."
"Stop staying up so late. I can never fall asleep."
"We can cuddle."
"Just don't try cuddling me or anything."
@byronicgirls | starter call
“so, you’re gonna be a journalist?” she asks, coffee in hand as she sits next to the other girl. “guess that means you have to keep up with the news and stuff, huh?”
i guess i should make a starter call to actually get this blog goin
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