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Uncharted 4 Photo Mode 13/?

#ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁿ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵒˡᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ✧ （ nathan drake ）

“ yeah, good luck pal, that’s almost impossible to — oh, you did it. nice. “

uncharted ask meme / accepting.@deadgcrl.

“ oh ye of little faith. ” the sentiment is followed by the gentlest of smiles, a huff of warm air passing through his nose as he drank in her expression. impressing kat were moments he would and could savor at every chance, the smile changing to a more devious little grin. most of the time she would harness any opportunity to speak down to him – not that he wasn’t used to it by now – but a compliment is something he would take from her with a grain of salt. worn and weathered boots balanced on the stone he’d leapt to amidst the river, after having assured kat that this was the only way across. it wasn’t, he just wanted to make life a little more exciting, albeit difficult, for her. a hand is extended, movements confident. “ here, your turn. give me your hand. ”

#deadgcrl #ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ✧ （ verse ／ a thief’s end ）

lovesvampire

UNCHARTED ASK MEMES

“ i’m sweating like a hooker in church. “

“ underneath all the bravado you’re just a sad little boy. “

“ come on legend. “

“ hope i don’t go to hell for this. “

“ how long before your husband get home? “

“ if you died i wouldn’t even know! “

“ does it look like i speak elephant? “

“ these days i’m only looking for the good stuff. “

“ nice work partner. “

“ so that’s a no? felt like a no. “

“ slow down casanova. “

“ you don’t deserve it. “

“ are you out of your goddamn mind? “

“ let’s get these cuffs off and i’ll show you how a girl hits. “

“ after everything you think i’m going to let you walk away? “

“ that’d be the wise thing to do. “

“ i could’ve shot your head off. “

“ greatness from small beginnings. “

“ be careful with that tongue. “

“ no it’s fine. really, it’s alright — do yourself a favor cowboy and tell them. “

“ oh that’s a lot of blood. that’s my blood. “

“ you assholes are going to make me miss my train! “

“ yeah, good luck pal, that’s almost impossible to — oh, you did it. nice. “

“ this looks a little hinky. “

“ i’m last years model. “

“ and…. unclench. “

“ you guys are hilarious. “

“ this isn’t our fight, it’s my fight. “

“ i don’t know! just say it! “

“ call me when you’re tall enough to ride the coaster! “

“ you gave me a goddamn heart attack! “

“ let’s get one thing straight, this is my gig. you understand? we play by my rules. “

“ you sure you want to do that? “

“ same to you cowboy. “

“ i can live with that. “

“ desperate times right! “

“ well you better tickle mine ‘cuz now I gotta catch the damn thing. ”

“ i gave up my life for you! “

“ we’re done here, if you want to stay and burn with this shit be my guest. “

“ you act like you’ve never seen a german u-boat in the middle of the jungle before. ”

“ face it you’ve been played. “

“ is that an ancient tibetan ritual dagger in your pocket? ”

“ this is like trying to find a bride in a brothel. “

“ walk out of here like gentlemen while you still can. “

“ say hello to my very large friend. “

“ i’m losing the plot here. “

“ what’s tibetan for rpg? “

“ this idiot nearly got all of us killed. “

“ i’m tired of climbing shit. “

“ everything you touch does turn to shit. “

“ mango! mango! “

“ i’m just leaving, whether you die or not i don’t really care. “

“ you’re gonna miss this ass. “

“ i didn’t tell you because i was afraid of losing you. “

“ en garde dickhead. “

“ i’ve had everything handed to me on a silver platter but not this. i earned this, all of it. “

“ i’m tired of walking away. “

#ⁱ’ˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵇʳᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉʷ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ✧ （ memes ／ prompts ）

ccrxft‌ / lara.

THE SMALL SHACK THEY called home for the night seemed a bit smaller in that moment. as if his words took up all the available space. crowding the walls, pressing them closer together. she was in the middle of sewing up a rip in his shirt. a rather domestic thing to do in an undomesticated setting. her own pants were off, the emergency blanket draped over her legs. the holes in them were too much for hiking through the wilderness of russia. she’d offered to do his as well, making a comment about how the whole world didn’t need to see that much drake. they were battered, beaten, worn – and that wasn’t just their clothing. she could see behind his facade now. see past the jokes and quick whit that made up NATHAN DRAKE. her fingers missed the next stitch and she caught her thumb, passing it into her mouth as she looked at him. weighing his words. weighing him. “you’re a man filled with ghosts, aren’t you, drake?” she asked, her own words chasing his away and bringing breathing space back into their surroundings. thumb still pressed against her own lips, her eyes darted back down to the stained and worn blue fabric. “we can’t fight the past. all we can do is look to the future. a very, very wise man told me that once.”

he was tired -- they were tired, and the weariness was starting to show as every day passed. he’d never seen lara as anything more than a trinity driven machine, someone that thrived off of control and power like the organization she worked for. but seeing her here, like this, she was human. a breath passes chapped lips, pausing just a moment to drink in his companion’s exhausted expression. even now, beaten down and battered, she still looked so ... stoic. knowing her odds, knowing full well that the two of them more than likely wouldn’t make it out of here. must be that english stiff upper lip. nathan was jealous, because he was currently on the edge of a total breakdown. he just wanted to go home, he wanted to see his daughter, he wanted to feel safe. but instead, here they hid, hunted, haunted. they would die here.

“ you sound like a fortune cookie. ” the impending sense of dread is swallowed down for the time being, warm blue hues lifting from the fabric she’d been mending to see her face. he’d never stopped to take a good look at her, and he was quickly reminded why with the sensation of heat and upset rising like bile in his chest. there was an immediate reaction to be upset with her, she’d done this to him. it was quelled by a more gentle whisper of she’s suffering right here with you.

“ share the blanket, i’m freezing. ”

#ccrxft #ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ✧ （ verse ／ a thief’s end ）#yeets this au at you

the most difficult thing nathan finds himself struggling with is simply staying still. his mind is always all over the place, and it’s only natural for his feet to follow. he constantly has an urge to get up, go, move. when he’s sitting, his leg bounces. he fidgets. there’s a constant urge, an ache in his chest for new experiences, trying new things, seeing new places. nathan grows bored with the mundane very quickly, and finds himself daydreaming or thinking of excuses to take some time for himself. it’s like a pull in his soul, to be out in nature, even if it’s just going for a morning walk or an evening hike. he even enjoys something as simple as sitting outside and sketching the landscape, just having some quiet time to himself. nature is the only place that his mind relaxes and allows him to process singular lines of thought. his head and chest feel at ease and calm. he can breathe, he can focus.

nate’s passport is filled and well used, and he’s diligent to keep his paperwork up to date so traveling isn’t an issue. he knows regulations for sailing or flying like the back of his hand, always makes sure to have the proper licensing for what he needs. going out treasure hunting is one thing, but he does enjoy simply traveling for the sake of traveling, too. legally. so far, his favorite place to travel to is colorado just because of all the outdoor activities, but for sightseeing, he loves going to japan for the history and culture. he gets swept up in their tales of ancient civilizations, old rulers, and the inevitable urban legends that come with them.

#ᵍᵒ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵃᶜᵏ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵃᵍˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ʰᵃᵘˡ ✧ （ headcanon ）