#necropolist

[vaultfreed]

⤷ … @necropolist / marni & nate

“ give me that look all you want, ain't gonna stop me. ” he'd been forced into resting for long enough, sick or not, the settlement wasn't gonna wait for him to get better. “ you're as bad as curie, you know that? ”

[emilesmuseassembly]

Overlook Hotel Dress Up

( I struggled to make Arma the way I wanted her to, because she's not this skinny or tall. Her clothes are a little more punk than this, too, but that's just the way these things are! )

Tagged by: Stolen from: @drxmxtispersonxe Tagging: @necropolist, @miswaken, @purgirltory

[anhedonicist]

"There you are. Thought you might be up here." — @necropolist

He had tried explaining his own rash decision to disappear for a moment, instead backing himself into the corner of each excuse. It made no sense, but he hid—something he was intensely, shamefully familiar with.

It's because of that, because he didn't really know his own reasons, that he is surprised to be found regardless.

He manages to turn over, slowly, repeating the words, like he had to decipher them.

"How did you know? How did you expect me to be here?" Anyone else would think it an accusation, but he was sure she understood he was merely curious... aside of being content. Of all options, of all places, the place she assumed he'd be was exactly where he had chosen to be.

[barbed-cudgel]

@necropolist

The rain slowly trickled down the old salon building as the patrons inside dance, drank or both. Not him thought, no Alan was simply trying to jot down some ideas that came to him during the ride over here. What were they again? He had to focus! How could he forget already? Setting the pen down sighing he takes a sip of his cheap whisky. The ideas must’ve not been that great if he can’t remember right? His fingers drift over the pen as he was about to pick it up but didn’t. Instead he turned slightly just to see who entered the building.

“So much for staying focused…”

[lumiiiscorner]

positivity for @necropolist from @barbed-cudgel

CARBYY!! You are such a fantastic human, friend and writer!! When you first followed me, I was a bit intimidated BUT we quickly became friends and I’m so glad you decided to hit that follow button because if you didn’t? I’d miss out on a AWESOME person! So so glad we are moots and I’m so glad I get to rp with your awesome OC! You are definitely one of my biggest supporters and I will always cherish you for that and love you for that!! Please never stop being you <3

[dreamswideawake]

"there you are, darling" (she's doing it because Joha asked her to, that way Joha wouldn't fight them)

My muse is being hit on by someone they aren't interested in and are visibly uncomfortable. Send, "there you are, darling" for your muse to come and wrap their arm around mine's waist to guide them away. || accepting || @necropolist

Aatos had never been particularly talented in the art of deflecting unwanted conversation, but when it came to unsolicited flirtatious attention, he was practically useless.

This boy had been talking to him for at least twenty minutes, aiming all of his questions at Aatos and giving a suggestive remark after every one of his answers. It was making Aatos' skin crawl for multiple reasons, though most specifically because he was sure the boy was doing it so that the burly bartender would hear them eventually. He was asking for trouble.

Just as he was about to answer yet another question about where he had bought his jacket, he felt an arm slip around his waist and a familiar voice followed. His breath hitched, then a relieved smile crossed his lips. "Marni!" he cried, quickly glancing at the boy. "Sorry, I have to go. Nice talking to you."

Why say that, Aatos? It was obviously a lie.

As he was guided away, he gave Marni a grateful look. "Thanks, Ni...I thought I was going to be stuck there all night!"

[remedialmuses]

@necropolist liked this for a small starter

"E-Excuse me?" Casper called out, hastily tucking in his shirt as he jogged away from the forest path and across the main street, throwing a glance both ways just in case.

"Hey! Sorry, miss, I just-...do you mind telling me where I am? Specifically, if you could. I-I know it sounds weird, but..."

It felt familiar here somehow, though Casper was unsure why. He'd never even heard of the Lighthouse Trailer Park, nor had he ever been there before. Yet, as he stood in the large forest clearing leading to its metal fence entrance, that sense of familiarity remained.

[emilesmuseassembly]

What are your hands covered in?

Arma's hands are covered in...

Stars.

They burn, don’t they? And yet you still hold on. The flesh on your palms peels back, your fingers burning down to bone. Your tissues char and break away, your blood boiling inside your hands. The heat rushes up to kiss your face and chest, a sunburn in the dark and yet– yet you hold on, because they are beautiful. It hurts, but you see only the beauty of the moment, none of the pain. All of that suffering is worth a few moments of brilliance, isn’t it?

Casey's hands are covered in...

Calluses.

You have always known work. You have always known labour and the kind of love that is blisters splitting open, is people bandaging your hands after a long day. You are burned by the sun, whether it be your skin or your soul that is singed. There is not a part of you that isn’t scorched, turned tired and overused, as brittle as a piece of glass reflecting the dawn. You are strong, yes, but only physically. Is it worth it, this ache in your bones? Is it worth it each morning, to only ever give and work and never be offered a semblance of what you deserve?

Tagged by: Stolen from: @purgirltory Tag, You're It: @necropolist, @drxmxtispersonxe (for Zane), @miswaken