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an independent  &  private  M̲U̲L̲T̲I̲M̲U̲S̲E̲.̲   writing blog,      AS INTERPRETED BY HARMO.      [she/they + twenty-three].       this exploration is primarily inspired by the weight of  𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢,     the brutal matter of surviving against all odds,     and the wound-like significance of  ᵂᴼᴱ.    all characters   are multi-verse  &  multi-fandom.    permanently low activity.       heavily affiliated with   @thesuburbia.

links:       carrd,       alt.

current high muses (updated regularly) :     abby anderson,    jordan,    rachel amber,    jake otto,    druig,    arvin russell.

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an independent  &  private multi-muse,      featuring characters from  the last of us,      including      [ and not limited to ]        ellie williams  &  abby anderson.     as interpreted by harmo,      they/she pronouns + twenty-three.      please only follow if interested in interacting.

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i've remade this blog so i will spend the morning refollowing people 💚 catch u on the flip side.

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thinking about this half-finished promo i made for a blog i Didnt even end up making

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gorgeous gorgeous gays want to fuck around and move to a friends only blog again

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struggling to stay awake rn so i'm gonna . make a coffee and play some video games and continue with starters in like an hour

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ALL  THE  PROMISES  AT  SUNDOWN,   I  MEANT  THEM  LIKE  THE  REST  :   ELLIE   WILLIAMS   BY   MAG.

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@roseguided ㅤ ㅤ ››› ㅤ ㅤ starter call.

girls would be girls,         even when trapped within the apocalypse where fear bloomed inside the shadow of every neglected corner,       spite and jealousy still roamed free the minds of troubled teens.       it was something inevitable,        flowering with adolescence and lingering then on into adulthood.        cat did not know if who envied one another more:      there was uncovered feelings within for ellie,       that much she could tell.       but perhaps,     as much as dina envied their intimacy,        did cat envy theirs in return.      the pair were thick as thieves,        sharing things with one another that cat felt she could only dream of being a part of.       her pencil pauses on the page as she ponders,      partway through a shading before she offers the stencil out to dina.       ellie’s tattoo.      or at least,       the early blueprint of. 

“      what do you think?      ”       gentle voice is plucked out from politeness,       a pressing,      self-imposed insistence that cat simply  had  to make her girlfriends’ friends accept her.        even like her.        because what mattered to ellie should matter to her the same.        however,       something about dina felt somewhat immovable,        she refused to budge from her high perch of narrowed eyes and furrowed brow,       but cat would try nonetheless.

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[    i  sometimes  think  about  the  dreams  i  used  to  have,    the  people  i  used  to  know,    the  roads  i  might  have  taken.    i  just  want  to  know    .  .  .    did  i  do  the  right  thing    ?    ]          au - based    QUINN  FABRAY    of  fox’s  glee.    as  saved  by  nixie.

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like for a starter from one of my the last of us muses.       [ please specify from this list or it will get selected at random:     abby, cat, ellie, jordan, jesse, joel, lev, marlene, sam ]

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deadsurvived​:

SHINING BLUES stare at the gravel beneath his heel, his back pressed firmly against the wall of worn down and long since abandoned gas station; only briefly directing his attention towards her before it settles ‘pon ground once more.  ❝  i’m terrified none of it matters at all.  ❞  terrified it was only going to get WORSE  (  with no possibility of getting better   —   something that seemed more and more likely with the way things were going  ).

→  @surviev​  (  ellie williams  )  /  ♡ .

more ghost than girl these days,       but still,      she endures.        the days feel longer and the steps feel harder and she longs for the  lazy, hazy days  in jackson,       specifically at the very second that her shifts would end and she would come home to hear an eighties action movie crackling in protest inside the old tv set,       and he would there be waiting for her.        but she can’t go back.        no old man was waiting for her there,      and the long neglected movies were gathering dust somewhere,       forgotten as ellie one day would be.      she does not sigh out her chest-kept grief,       holds it within until the inevitable moment she would undoubtedly release a hurricane upon them.         

“      none of it matters,      unless we make it matter.     ”        ellie says absent-mindedly,      flicking her attention over a rotting magazine,       the faces turning to mulch before her eyes.         she found it strange,       what people used to pour their interests into before,      when not a single page of it really seemed to make a difference at all.           “       that’s our...     duty,     i guess.     to keep going ‘cause they don’t get to.      ”

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hi i will finally be online tonight besties and finally answer all my messages that i haven't got the chance to yet 🤧

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the references to randy and tatum :(

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BARRY KEOGHAN as DRUIG Eternals (2021) dir. Chloé Zhao

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the room echoes with love and laughter,      a romance-riddled high that only transpires in that of matrimony.           sersi and ikaris were married,         as smitten now as they had been their curious eyes first found one another across the sun-basked dropship.       druig didn’t believe there was love out there for people like them:        though,      his own divinity did little to heroise him,        had him on his best of days whispering to the wallpaper,       the humdrum of human noise permeating every single silence the deity beseechingly sought.        he had crawled on his knees for some withheld mercy,      but learned slowly to coexist and find peace with this malady.         he learned how to tune into their minds willingly,       and thus learned when to keep himself from.          [ but it turns to an addiction,      a painful desire to save those from the threat of themselves,        an all-consuming idea that not doing so would result in your failure. ]          he perches and listens,       turning the final piece of apple skin over between his teeth,       waiting for chaos to unfurl before him but for once it never arrived.       druig supposed love was something to do with it,      softening the petty qualms humans shared until they appear non-existent,       if only for a few complacent hours.        druig allows his guard to falter as he spies makkari across the room,        devastatingly beautiful as she appears a vestige to the minimal splashes of red on his own outerwear,        crimson trailing her body all the way down to her ankles.         he wonders how it will feel when it is her turn to fall in love,       would his days turn morbid and timeless with the grief he would feel?        would he make own heart’s sacrifice to give her away to another,     expression calm with understanding?          he supposed time would only tell that tale,       and it hadn’t yet seemed that the humans had pulled at their intrigue.        love wasn’t out there for someone like him,        where nothing was kept untold from his wandering eye.      turning your back took him back to murmuring,       concern poured into that of the walls once more.

“       beautiful makkari . . .      ”       the deity stood out to him like a red rose petal amidst the shadows of a graveyard,       everyday surprising him with something anew.       it was possible he would love her even on her  sickest days,       but her complexion was just as perfect as the day they had met.       he hadn’t known to appreciate her then,        for beauty nor mind,      but as the centuries passed among them,        he thinks he now could begin to with his entire being.        “      whichever human made you that deserves to be rewarded handsomely for their efforts.        we are not fit    to walk even in your shadow.      truly.        ”        @thesuburbia​.

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on further consideration, i feel like druig being able to hear makkaris thoughts feels a bit Reductive to the importance of having the first deaf superhero in the mcu. and maybe even if he Could (because i believe that he can tune into this power instead of it being a state of permanence because Wow that would be overwhelming as fuck), it doesn't mean he Will. like they communicate amazingly with lip reading / sign language / body language / THEIR EXPRESSIONS 😍 and invading her mind to Hear her i think nullifies the importance of representation and disability. i also think he'd just prefer to know her as she is without communicating telepathically, it gives her no privacy and nothing to keep to herself and Yeah