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look 　for 　the　 light

[lightlypse]

for the time being i’ll be moving each character back to my main multi #sourfilm. i still have incredibly high muse for tlou and i will be continuing any threads + inbox memes. i’m just struggling maintaining multiple blogs 🫶

[lightlypse]

for the time being i’ll be moving each character back to my main multi #sourfilm. i still have incredibly high muse for tlou and i will be continuing any threads + inbox memes. i’m just struggling maintaining multiple blogs 🫶

[lightlypse]

never not thinking about when joel and ellie just get to jackson after the bandits attack, and how joel immediately runs to ellie to check on her but all i can think about is how tommy looked over at his brother and this young girl and saw his little niece sarah and his big brother being a dad all over again and that’s why he agrees to take ellie, because he knows how deep in joel already is with ellie and how much it would destroy him to lose another daughter.

[slasharch]

( FRANK ): ✐ FOR A RANDOM DIALOGUE STARTER. there are good days, and there are bad days. bill would readily admit that the good outweighed the bad, but that didn't mean the bad didn't happen. it most certainly did. and maybe it was usually his fault - there was no denying he could be paranoid, jump to conclusions, frustrate too easily - but frank had to understand why bill is the way he is. why he didn't want some damn strangers coming to the home he'd built. that they continued to build. ' are you asking me or telling me? ' bill finally asks when he's able to breathe again, hands on his hips. bill felt bad about his temper, especially when it was directed at frank, but this... this wasn't safe. he needed frank safe. ' if you're asking me if these people can come here, the answer's no, ' if he's telling him... well, bill still thinks he could deny frank anything, but that's only wishful thinking. @lightlypse.

[lightlypse]

telling,  i'm telling you.  his mouth stays closed,  instead he sits quietly,  features softened as he listens to bill,  taking note of his tone,  the shift in his movements and breath,  unable to help the sides of his lips from curling.  he nods his head,  swallowing the lump in his throat as he comes to rise,  moving over to where bill resided as hands come to gently rest on his shoulders. 　 “ they are already on their way here.  tess is the woman i was speaking to,  her partner joel will be coming too.  they're smugglers from boston.  this is a good thing.” 　 he can't help the way his eyes begin to shine,  his lips lifting a little higher — don't get it wrong,  he wouldn't trade the way he and bill lived,  not for anything — but there's no helping his desire to be filled with others;  to give,  create,  grow. 　 “ look — would you please just give this a chance?  like you took a chance on me. ” 　 head cocks to the side,  his hands coming together as he looks to bill. 　 “ i'm not asking for them to be anything more to us than guests — maybe even friends.  ones that visit,  ones that can bring us different things we don't already have.  what's so wrong with that? ”

[lightlypse]

( UNOFFICIAL )　　#STARTERCALL. LOCATION: 　SOMEWHERE IN WYOMING.

“ here. ” 　 she moves through the wreckage to where the other woman resides,  holding up the simple chain in her view. 　 “ bet all it needs is a good scrub and wash and it'll look brand spankin' new. ” 　 there was something fascinating about what people chose to leave behind,  what they deemed unnecessary in a state of urgency;  forced to flee your home and the only life you'd known. 　 “ it'd suit you. ” 　 lips curl,  head cocking to the side as she offers it to bedelia. 　 “ i've already got one,  and it shouldn't be forgotten.  so you take it. ” 　 hand indisintclty moves to the one round her neck,  fingers playing with the small locket hanging in the centre.　@drdumaurier.

[lightlypse]

( UNOFFICIAL )　　#STARTERCALL. LOCATION: 　SOMEWHERE IN SEATTLE.

“ hey dina,  come here! ” 　 calling out to the other room eyes squint as knees bend,  dirt clad hands reaching for the trading card lodged between a stack of books;  clearly used as a bookmark that ellie carefully plucks out with ease.　 alright, 　whispered under her breath as she takes she takes in the yellow font,  red border round the man and the navy blue edges — aside from the tatted edges,  the card was in pretty good condition. 　 “ doctor uckmann. ”　 there's no denying the shine in her eyes,  casting a glance over her shoulder in the others direction as she lifts up the trading card for her view.  she hasn't found a new one in months. 　 “ i haven't got this one. ” 　 @tragerdy.

[lightlypse]

apocalypse threads except it’s just our muses looting abandoned buildings, maybe looking for supplies or perhaps a gift (upcoming birthday, holiday, etc)

[lightlypse]

desperately want to be here and write i'm just all over the place at the moment <3

[lightlypse]

SCRAPBOOK　　៹　　MELANIE BURCH .

location 　> 　seattle,  day two.　　[ spring ]　　HARD FEELINGS.　these are what they call hard feelings of love.　when sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the cold,　oh.　alone with the hard feelings of love.

[ohisms]

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺     (   a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   will be updated .   )

001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

002.   a cabin in the middle of the woods .

003.   a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .

004.   a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

005.   a private jet miles high in the sky .

006.   a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

007.   an office building ,  bustling and busy .

008.   the back row of an empty movie theater .

009.   a run-down (or abandoned) motel room .

010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .

011.   a university lecture hall during a class .

012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .

013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party .

014.   the back of a wailing ambulance .

015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .

016.   behind the school’s gymnasium .

017.   a bonfire in the middle of the woods .

018.   an otherwise empty parking lot .

019.   the bar of a loud ,  dark club .

020.   an empty summer camp .

021.   a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .

022.   a neglected or derelict treehouse .

023.   a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .

024.   an underground / illegal fighting club .

025.   an abandoned scrapyard .

026.   a large penthouse overlooking the city .

027.   an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .

029.   an extravagant greenhouse .

030.   the base of a large waterfall .

031.   a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

032.   a quiet hospital room .

033.   the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

034.   the deck of a fishing boat at night .

035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show .

036.   a long ,  winding road .

037.   the site of a car accident .

038.   a hiking trail in the mountains .

039.   a cramped dressing room .

040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

042.   between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .

043.   a building abandoned during construction .

044.   a house without power or running water .

045.   a mysterious trail found in the woods .

046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .

047.   the inside of an elevator that won’t move .

048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .

049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

050.   a childhood home or bedroom .

[lightlypse]

RANDOM GIFS　OF　LYDIA LATIMER NÉE HART

location 　> 　jackson county,  wyoming.　　[ summer ]

[infectd]

❛   all i wanted was an answer. all i needed was to know   ❜

@lightlypse gets a lyric starter for joel

[lightlypse]

you wouldn't handle that well.　　“ when are you gonna let this go,　kiddo?　i already told you everythin' you need to know. ”

[lightlypse]

# OTHER MILLER :　　MILLER , TOMMY.

when tommy had seen joel and ellie off after the whole runaway horse ordeal, he wasn't sure he'd ever see either of them again. it's a gamble. everything in life these days is. all he knew was this was something his brother had to do and that this little girl held a whole lot of something in her. something to the world. something to joel. that was then, this is now. and he's grateful. grateful and hoping to make life in jackson a little more accomodating after everything was said and done ( of which he knows little to none about. )

a smile knocks loose as he comes up beside her, both of them on horseback. "hey, kid," he says, drawing on the reins to keep his horse at the same speed hers is at. "if you promise not to tell maria, i think the horses would like it if we let loose and let 'em really run off their energy. what d'you say?" 　　　　　answered ask,　　@othermiller.

it still feels surreal,　(disapointment bleeds through her leaving a rigid and empty feeling she can't begin to decipher;　it's unsettling,　to a degree)　living in a gated community　—　a real safe haven,　not one overrun with corrupt soldiers and hoards of people fighting for ration cards,　desperate to feed themselves,　desperate to flee.　she's meant to feel safe here,　and she does.　but curiosity has always sat between the hollowed out parts of her bones that there's no telling how long this fantasy will last before reality settles in.　isn't that how it goes?　settle down,　find comfort　—　only for the world to remind you again and again it'll never be truly safe.

“ hm? ”　　brows lifting,　head in a daze as she pulls herself from the trance she'd been in to look at the man saddled beside her.　she likes tommy;　can't help but wonder if things would've been the same had he been the one to carry out what joel did.　whether the promise joel made to her would've been the same coming from someone else.　she appreciates the effort either way,　the embrace of being welcomed into what she can only imagine is the closest to what a real family feels like.　　“ really?　well i'm not saying no to that. ”　　she's still a kid - even after the gore and guts,　the blood still stuck beneath her nailbeds that she's not sure if it belongs to her or someone else. 　　“ i won't tell,　maria. ”　　the woman scares her,　even if she also looked to her in admiration.　　“ can we race? ”　　the grin is twitching,　head cocked to the side as the breeze picks up and her fingers grip the reins.　　“ 'cause then you gotta promise not to whine to maria about it like a sore loser. ”　　she pulls the reins down,　knocks each ankle against the side of the horse before she's picking up speed.　　“ holy shit! ”

[lightlypse]

✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨

YOU STOP THAT I'M SENDING THIS TO YOU TEN THOUSAND TIMES YOU WONDERFUL PERSON

[lightlypse]

# DARKLYPSE :　　TESS .

that was the problem　—　he does.　after all this time,　after all they'd done just to get here　— 　how could either of them possibly turn their backs?　albeit,　it still eats away at him after all he's lost　—　for how could one keep on moving forward after burying the life you'd breathed into this very world.　there was no other reason to his survival than stubborness,　of punishing himself for things that weren't his own doing.　in letting the grief consume him till his skin hardened as his heart began to tear itself into nothing.　until tess.　until the mere reason of staying alive brought more into his vicinity.　he'd stay alive for tommy;　his little brother would always need him　—　but tess,　tess he could keep going on for.　(  and now,　ellie too.  )　he can't diffetentriate from the moment the young girl tailing behind them went from a simple job to finding her way beneath caged ribs of steel.　probably some time in between getting to bill's,　the days and nights before and after where they all blurred into one;　the three of them kept trudging along while the sun's burning began to dwindle as the clouds creeped in to cover them all in liquid for days on end　—　not a dry spot to find out in the middle of nowhere when all you had to cover oneself was the dripping leaves and falling rocks.

“ what happens if it's all for nothin' — we get there and they can't make no cure.　then what?　a waste of our time. ”　　how scared of loss are you?　how much further could he go before he crumbles.　he'd travel high and low before the words would leave his tongue.　　“ we get t' tommy's,　we hand 'er over. ”　　his voice hangs low,　shoulders shrugging.　he doesn't believe his own words,　can barely meet tess' gaze as he reaches out to rub the dirt off the collar of her jacket.　　“ this isn't exactly taking it easy,　tess. ”　　​​​​​​​this wasn't easy.　none of it was,　none of it would ever be.

　　“ whether she goes for it or not ain't our damn problem.　if we go all the way... ”　　he looks to her now,　the words hanging in his throat.　the layers no longer hidden.　　“ there's no turning back with her. ”

[infectd]

❛   i promise you won't understand it   ❜

@lightlypse like for a lyric starter for frank

[lightlypse]

“ promise?　now that sounds like a pretty big thing... ”　　a pause,　eyes drifting over the young girl.　　“ why don't you try me.　maybe i might understand...　or maybe i wont.” 　　shoulders lifting as he shrugs, keeping his voice almost nonchalant.　he's curious enough,　but there's something else to it,　something that makes him think he might understand all too well.

　　“ but if you don't tell me,　we'll never know. ”

[lightlypse]

you’re doin’ a good job. i figure you should know that. / lev.

* 𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐔𝐒:  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐎𝐍𝐄 .

i am ?　　how many days has it last been since he's last heard such words?　you'd have thought living in such a safe haven would ensure confidence and passion soared through your body　—　if you were her.　　[may she guide you]　　yara would reiterate such words to him,　always on his side　—　he can see that now,　can see all she was trying to do was protect him from fatal outcome's and a hardening shell round his beating organ.　he should've listened so much more,　it still haunts him　—　would always haunt him.

[yara's lifeless body,　their mother's lifeless body.　he wakes up drenched in his own sweat;　voice hoarse from letting out screams]

lips twitch slightly,　sight dropping from abby as he looks to the ground,　head nodding once,　twice.　　“ thank you. ”　　he wants to ask what.　what it is he's done　—　doing;　that makes her believe he's doing a good job.　　“ so,　are you. ”　　you always are.　the question is lost,　thoughts shifting from one to another as the pain remains,　the feeling always remained.

　　　　　　“ where are we going next? ”