NECROPOLIST

ind. sel. panfandom oc. created by carby. 30+ MDNI

[necropolist]

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ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔫, 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥

ℑ 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢

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NECROPOLIST - an independent, panfandom oc written by carby. extremely selective, sporadically active.

Featuring verses in WIDOW'S BAY, ALAN WAKE, etc.

carrd.

[necropolist]

OPEN.//

Marni took stock of her surroundings. She was at the treeline again. Standing in wet grass. Next came making sure she didn't have any new cuts or bruises. Her pajamas were intact, just dirty. She had scraped the side of her foot on... something, at some point. It stung, but it wasn't bleeding.

She needed to start wearing shoes to bed.

With a heavy sigh, she turned towards the gravel road that lead back to town. She'd woken up here before. It was about an hour and a half walk home. She tried to remember what the night before was like. If she could figure out what triggered this...

The only thing she'd figured out so far was the moon phase. A waxing gibbous.

It was the only thing the nights this happened had in common.

[versin-surfin]

Tom hadn't been able to sleep, so he did what he usually did (after triple-checking that Evan was in bed and actually asleep) and went for a drive. He would go over budgeting or the itinerary for the week, rehearsed meeting lectures and plans, and sometimes talked to Emily about what was happening. Sometimes he'd play the radio, but usually just let the silence carry whatever he needed. For such a small town, it wasn't really quiet unless he made a quiet spot out for himself.

Was that-

"Fuck!" He swerved the steering wheel a little, remembering the last time he'd stopped for a lone woman on the road. This one's hair was darker, though, and she looked pretty uninjured. Wait.

The Mayor rolled down his car window and stuck his head out to call, "Marni? Are you okay?"

[necropolist]

She winced at the headlights when they cane into view. What time was it? Were people already awake? She shielded herself from the light, until the truck turned.

"Tom?" She responded, recognizing the voice. "Yeah, I'm... alright." She thought about the 40 minutes she still had to walk. And her bare feet. Maybe he wouldn't ask questions.

"Actually, you think you can take me to the shop?" She walked slowly toward his truck.

[necropolist]

OPEN.//

Marni took stock of her surroundings. She was at the treeline again. Standing in wet grass. Next came making sure she didn't have any new cuts or bruises. Her pajamas were intact, just dirty. She had scraped the side of her foot on... something, at some point. It stung, but it wasn't bleeding.

She needed to start wearing shoes to bed.

With a heavy sigh, she turned towards the gravel road that lead back to town. She'd woken up here before. It was about an hour and a half walk home. She tried to remember what the night before was like. If she could figure out what triggered this...

The only thing she'd figured out so far was the moon phase. A waxing gibbous.

It was the only thing the nights this happened had in common.

[necropolist]

Marni does a lot of yearning, but who yearns for the yearner?

[necropolist]

💋 for Marni and the Caseys. <3 - @emilesmuseassembly

THREE KISSES | ACCEPTING

On a ferry.

They were finally doing it. They were finally leaving Bright Falls. Sure, it was only for a day, but it was an adventure all their own. Maps and museum brochures lined her jacket pockets. They had planned every detail meticulously.

She looked to Alex as the Bright Falls dock retreated from view. His jaw was set tight. He was nervous. She probably should have been nervous as well, but with him, everything felt like it'd be alright. It always had.

She tugged his sleeve, and when he faced her she did something she should have done a long time ago. The ferry horn blared as she kissed him.

In the alley.

The worst part of every loop wasn't the gunfire. It wasn't even the blood. It was the way that Casey looked when he was lying there. Tired. Lost. Alone.

And then she'd kneel at his side and try to comfort him. Somehow, that only made it worse. He'd try to comfort her instead. He'd try to choke out apologies and consolations while blood bubbled from his mouth.

So she did the only thing that would comfort them both. She held him close, cradling his torso tight against her. She kissed him, no matter how much blood he had spit up. And if he refused to let her kiss him on the mouth, she pressed her lips to his brow.

No matter where the kiss landed, she kept it there until he was gone. Every loop was punctuated by a death. It didn't mean he had to suffer.

On an autumn morning.

Casey would be leaving in a few days. It didn't make the mornings with him any less sweet. She knew he wasn't sleeping well, but he stayed in bed through the night. For her.

He kissed her head as warm sunlight pushed through the windows. A gentle reminder that, eventually, he had to get up. He had work to do. It was the entire reason he was here.

She grumbled and rolled onto him, as if her weight could absolve him of responsibility. He huffed out a tired chuckle. She tucked her face into the curve of his neck. Every lazy kiss to his jawline was a plea for him to just stay in bed with her. She knew he'd deny it, but she had to try all the same.

[22rebelle]

[monowisworld]

[stainedinink-deactivated2026041]

reblog to give the pervious person a nice rock

[shiromemes]

send a 💋 and I'll write a drabble about 3 times our characters have kissed.

[necropolist]

Slides Marni's wire in front of everyone

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We've been through worse. We'll get through this too. (from Johannes)

YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME NOW | ACCEPTING

She smiled at him when he reassured her. Sif had been sick the last two days. Her first cold. The poor thing was miserable. Her fever had broken while they were at the pediatrician's, thankfully, but Marni had been sick with worry until then.

Johannes was a saint throughout the ordeal. He stayed up with them, kept an eye on Sif so Marni could try to rest, even helped her with keeping Sif's nose clean. But Sif only seemed to find comfort enough to rest when she was in Marni's arms, so any time Marni was away, Johannes had the unfortunate job of holding a thrashing, fussy baby. He was exhausted. Yet he went out of his way to make sure she knew it'd be okay. "She decided her birth wasn't hard enough, she needed to be difficult for her first cold too. She's too much like me."

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"I've got your back. Always have, always will." - Bob Balder ; @emilesmuseassembly

YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME NOW | ACCEPTING

@emilesmuseassembly

She and Alex had planned the perfect trip - a day away full of all the things Bob always said "later" to.

And she ruined it all by collapsing in the middle of a museum. A series of seizures, or so they told her when she woke up in the emergency room. Alex had held her hand the whole time. He even made the call to Bob. The Old Gods had to reschedule a show just so Bob could come get her from the hospital.

Bob had punched Alex for taking her away from Bright Falls while he was away. Sweet Alex, who had done nothing but everything she had ever wanted. The vision of his blood on the sterile hospital floor would haunt her for a long time after.

The ride home with Bob was quiet after that. She'd really fucked it up now. She'd pissed her dad off, and lost the only real friend she ever had, all because she had wanted to leave. It was all her fault. Bob wasn't a words guy. He never really had been. But, eventually, he reached over and placed a tired hand on her back. "I've got your back. Always have, always will."

She sniffled, knees tight to her chest as he rubbed her back. It was supposed to be a good trip. It was supposed to be fun. "I know." She murmured. She wiped at her tears with the heel of her palm. "I'm sorry."

[necropolist]

Thank you Widow's Bay for reigniting the Marni muse so thoroughly, I needed it

[mythshire]

※.·:·.※ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ··· a collection of chosen bonds, found family, & unconditional belonging roleplay sentence starters. genre: platonic love, hurt and comfort, loyalty.

• You know you don't have to keep checking on me, right? I'm fine. • How are you? Wait, did I ask that already? • I don't know what I'd do without you. I mean that. • Oh, God. I thought something happened to you. Don't scare me like that. • You're not alone in this. You know that, right? • We're family. That's what we do. We show up. • Make yourself at home, okay? This is your place too now. • Get out of here with that. You're not a burden. Don't ever say that again. • Is there anything you need? Food? A blanket? Someone to just sit with you? • So, what's next for us? • I have to admit there's a small part of me that's terrified you'll wake up one day and realize you don't need me anymore... that you'll leave. • It's just... I've never had this before. People who stay. • Why are you still here? I mean, you could go anywhere. Be with anyone. • I know I'm not easy to deal with. But thank you. For staying anyway. • [Name], I don't know what I'm doing half the time, okay? But I know I'm not doing it without you. • I don't really know where else I'd want to be, except right here. • You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you know that? • I really think you saved my life. Not dramatically. Just... by being here. • Hey. Bad dream? Come here. I've got you. • You don't owe me anything. This is what family does • Stop apologizing. You're allowed to need help. • I made your favorite. Thought you could use some comfort food today. • You look exhausted. When's the last time you actually slept? • I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, remember? • We've been through worse. We'll get through this too. • You don't have to be strong all the time. Not with me. • I brought you something. It's stupid, but it made me think of you. • Come on. Let's get you home. • You matter to me. More than you know. • I've got your back. Always have, always will. • You're shaking. Here, take my jacket. • I know you're scared. It's okay to be scared. • You did good today. Really good. • I'm proud of you. I don't say that enough. • Stop pushing me away. I'm not leaving. • You think I'd let you face this alone? Not a chance. • I'll stay up with you. I don't mind. • You're safe here. I promise. • Tell me what you need. Anything. • You don't have to pretend with me. • I trust you. Completely. • You've got this. And if you don't, we've got this. • I'd do anything for you. You know that, right? • You're not too much. You're never too much. • This is your home now. For as long as you want it. • I'll fight for you if you can't fight for yourself right now. • You make me want to be better. A better person. • I chose you. I keep choosing you. Every day. • You're allowed to fall apart. I'll hold the pieces until you're ready.

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@versin-surfin cont.

Patricia was still out of it, but she was... lucid? As lucid as a woman covered in blood could be. "Work??" Marni echoed, "Did this happen at Town Hall?" It couldn't have. Right? For Patricia to have made it all the way to the docks from Town Hall, soaked in blood... She didn't want to think about it, but she had to consider the possibility. She took Patricia by the shoulders gently to lead her around the counter. She lead her to the stool she kept behind the counter, then turned to her phone. Hopefully the cops had already been called. "What do you remember?"

[versin-surfin]

"No."

There's peace that comes with shock. They don't really tell you that. Patricia knows about this peace, having felt it quite strongly the night all chances of her ever graduating high school on speaking terms with most of her class were crushed into oblivion. A dreamy sort of clarity, where things just spill out, and the peace knowing that bigger problems exist in the world.

Patricia wipes at her face, and stares at the dark red streaks left behind on the towel. Not her towel. She looks up at Marni and gives a shaky thumbs up and answers, "It did not, thankfully. It was an offsite visit. It's been handled!" Her eyes dart nervously from Marni's phone to the door, then back to the owner, then back to the phone. Does she want another ride in the squad car? Those only end with Bechir getting more and more agitated these days.

Best to change the subject.

"I can pay for the towel. Since I got it all covered with the blood. It's not my blood, by the way." It's blood and not weird monster acid or goo or sea spray. That's a small comfort. "Sorry for making a mess."

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She shook her head. "No, no... don't worry about the towel. Or the mess." Patricia stared at the phone like a loaded gun. Marni decided to hang it up. "I'm just... glad it's not your blood." But then whose was it? She wanted to press for Patricia to tell her more, but it didn't feel right. Not when she was trying so hard to keep it together. "Why don't you stay here for a bit? Get your bearings?" She offered, "We can clean you up a little more, then I can call you a cab." Before she could answer, Marni crossed to the other side of the counter and over to the small refrigerator they sold waters from. She grabbed another towel from the knocked over rack, for good measure. She'd be fine losing out on some inventory. As long as Patricia was okay.

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you said you had something for me? (from tom!)

OBSESSION | ACCEPTING

She smiled when Tom came through the door of the shop. She had called his dad and hoped that he would pass her message along. It took a day or two, but Tom showed up. She'd have to thank Mr. Loftis later.

"Oh, do I." Her nose scrunched as she spoke. A moment later, she disappeared under the counter. When she reemerged, she was holding a cardboard box. The grin on her face was nothing but mirth and mischief.

"Just got these in the other day." She explained as she opened the box, "I was supposed to have them out already, but I wanted you to get first pick." She slid the box across the counter towards him. Inside were keychains, each more terrible than the last. Plastic, metal, varying in shapes and sizes. Each of them only connected to Widow's Bay by the name sloppily applied to a label across the bottom. She giggled at the sight of them. "My personal favorite is this one." She pulled out a name plate that read: THOMATHAN.

[necropolist]

@versin-surfin cont.

Patricia was still out of it, but she was... lucid? As lucid as a woman covered in blood could be. "Work??" Marni echoed, "Did this happen at Town Hall?" It couldn't have. Right? For Patricia to have made it all the way to the docks from Town Hall, soaked in blood... She didn't want to think about it, but she had to consider the possibility. She took Patricia by the shoulders gently to lead her around the counter. She lead her to the stool she kept behind the counter, then turned to her phone. Hopefully the cops had already been called. "What do you remember?"