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HEADCANONS | RELATIONSHIPS | GUIDELINES I used to be so certain of the truth. But after what I've seen... what I've done, I don't know what to believe anymore. This island has taken everything from me. I'm going to make sure I take as much in return....

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starter call!

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                                   The thing about nightmares                                                 is s o o n e r or l a t e r,                                                                     yoυ wαĸe υp.

indie lara croft rp account (autoplay on blog)

somewhat au, i’ve mixed classic + aod + trilogy + reboot together

also will rp in any kind of verse

e x t e n s i v e knowledge about the tomb raider universe, played all games

seriously it’s been something i’ve had knowledge about since birth

ask questions about anything i will answer

knowledge about the mythology behind tomb raider too, done lots of research

i’m very selective

open to crack + violence but no smut

i use icons

can work with one liners all the way to novella

mun is super friendly once you get to know her!

hate free blog so any anon hate will be deleted.

                                                                    | h o m e | a s k | r u l e s |

[gradualstrength-blog]

{ iinfiinity }

                       she sits, silent as ever, eyes focused on the ground below her. there's a support group filled with a plethora of different people with all sorts of different problems in the same room as her, but the adventurer does not speak. this is supposed to help her heal, help her get past the horrific events that forced her to do horrible things, various of them being things that will never leave her mind, things that scarred her both physically and mentally.

                                                   ( things that helped her become who she is today. )

                       she doesn't want to speak, doesn't want to look up and face the people sitting there just like her, here to try and at least make peace with their hardships that they've overcome--but lara still can't look them in the eye. maybe it's just because she's seen what people can become capable of when put to the test, and she knows that every single one of them i s capable of doing some of the worst things imaginable.

                                                   ( it's not like there's no hope in the world, there's still some good--she knows that. )

                       the time spent sitting there feels like forever, even if it's simply been a few minutes waiting on everybody arriving, and like the prompt person she is--lara appeared here e a r l y, sitting there for what feels like hours. but that's what happens when you're trapped on an island for god knows how long then come back--you lose your sense of time.

                       minutes feel like hours, hours feels like days, days feel like months and months feel like years. some scars on her body from that island will never fade, most being mental ones.

                                                   ( but that's what this session is for--right?                                                                               to make things better. )

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{ alwaysxhavebeen }

                       truth is--she shouldn't be outside, not in the state she's in currently. lara croft is a ticking time bomb, trying to go from survival of the fittest to a life in the city, people who are mostly harmless yet that fight of flight instinct is still there from the events of Yamatai, causing her to be a lot more nervous around the public. there's few that she can actually speak to, but right now she's facing the world by herself, trying to take her mind off the memories of hell.

                                                   ( now she walks the streets, eyes glancing everywhere. )

                       no doubt she looks suspicious, what with the way that she seems to be looking in all directions at once, unfocused and stuck in her own world where danger is everywhere to be found.

[ancientart]

The hypostyle hall of the Hathor Temple at Dendera, Egypt.

The first hypostyle hall within the Temple of Hathor contains sandstone columns with Hathor head capitals. This hall was built during the Ptolemaic period, and was later decorated during the Roman period. The name of Roman emperor Claudius appears on the columns, and Nero on the walls. 

Gay Robins (in The Art of Ancient Egypt, page 231) discusses the decoration of the columns themselves:

The columns display the three fields into which temple decoration was divided. At the bottom are three registers of emblematic groups. A horizontal band of text divides them from the main area showing ritual interactions between the king and deities. This is separated by another band of text from further registers of emblematic figures at the top. 

Photos taken by Kyera Giannini, via the Institute for the Study of the Ancient World.

[gradualstrength-blog]

       I was created                              to strip lungs                               of their breath                      to destroy pretty little things                      and burn them to the ground.                                                  to bring the world to its knees                                                  and hear my name spoken                                                  only in fearful whispers              I was created human,               but I was made              to be a monster.

[gradualstrength-blog]

                                    The thing about nightmares                                                  is s o o n e r or l a t e r,                                                                      yoυ wαĸe υp.

indie lara croft rp account

somewhat au, i’ve mixed classic + aod + trilogy + reboot together

also will rp in any kind of verse

e x t e n s i v e knowledge about the tomb raider universe

seriously it’s been something i’ve had knowledge about since birth

ask questions about anything i will answer

knowledge about the mythology behind tomb raider too, done lots of research

i’m very selective

open to crack + violence but no smut

i use icons

can work with one liners all the way to novella

mun is super friendly once you get to know her!

hate free blog so any anon hate will be deleted.

                                                                     | h o m e | a s k | r u l e s | 

[gradualstrength-blog]

                    rule number two,

                           just don’t get attached to,

                               somebody you could lose.

[xcroft-deactivated20150405]

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[xcroft-deactivated20150405]

{ ➳ } —; It didn’t matter how long she stared from afar, each second of that sight               seemed more and more unreal. Maybe there was something in that island               messing with her mind, perhaps the water? She blinked a few times,                watching the other from behind a tree before finally decide to take a closer               look; with draw bow in hand, of course. ❝Stop right there…. whatever you               are❞

[gradualstrength-blog]

                       it felt like it took forever to get across this island--and no matter where she went there always seemed to be danger. dangerous lunatics out for her blood; missing friends and mother nature desperate to keep her stuck here as though the place was c u r s e d or something.

                                                   ( all she wanted was a rest... )

                       now look where she is, treading the soil just to find a place to camp for the night until her own voice tells her to stop in her tracks like she herself was a threat, and that's the moment that her movement ceases in the grass.

                                                   ( and for some reason it hadn't come from her own head; but from behind. )

                       she's already killed what feels like hundreds of men already, maybe this is just another one of them that had gotten lost from the group ( because there's no way that it's actually her own voice saying those words, it's just hallucinations. it's got to be ), and the words 'whatever you are' that are spoken obviously hint at what a m o n s t e r she had become, even if these men were much more monstrous than her. 

                                                   ( this was what she had to do to stay alive--to survive. )

            ❝ —shit. ❞

                       and even though she speaks, she waits for the other to get closer to her, because it doesn't matter if it's still her own voice she's hearing, she can tell there's confusion there, which often gets paired with c u r i o s i t y.

[from-small-beginnings-blog]

    “No, he was way too good a sailor for that!”              He was his idol after all.

[gradualstrength-blog]

            ❝ if it's not that--then what do you think caused the delay in his return in the first place? ❞

[txmari]

I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,

I’m sorry that I survived,

And if I could go back in time

You never would have died

[from-small-beginnings-blog]

   ”Something happened there that wasn’t documented.      There’s no way that voyage took him that long.”

[gradualstrength-blog]

            ❝ perhaps he just had gotten sidetracked?                        maybe his ship needed repairs? ❞

[from-small-beginnings-blog]

   ”No, that is not how it happened.”

[gradualstrength-blog]

            ❝ so what's your side of the story, then? ❞

[gradualstrength-blog]

                       a dusty hallway, filled with cobwebs and a rather large statue. egyptian in design, in the form of a cat. no regular house cat however, but one worshiped in a similar way to a god.

                                                   ( exactly as most other cats get worshiped in egypt. )

            ❝ —such amazing architecture! i’m surprised it’s still in good condition. ❞

[troubledidiots-blog]

                                                      ℕo sleep,                                                  ℕo nightmares.

[mxcgrath]

( it was cold out. icy. )

;… damn.;

[gradualstrength-blog]

                                                   ( and here she is without a coat. )

            ❝ if you're complaining about the cold, don't bother. it's not as bad as it looks. ❞

[pxwersponge-blog]

Well now! That came to a large surprise even for Delsin, the fact that she didn’t know what a conduit was meant maybe there was somewhere in the world that wasn’t afraid of them 

{✘}  ”This is what a conduit can do. We have a lot of different powers. I just got lucky with being able to gain multiple” Since this Tomb was kinda dark, he held his hand out, which started to glow bright, neon purple

"Oh hey.. I can see your face better now. ‘Ya know you look a lot better without the ‘shroud of darkness’ look." He joked

[gradualstrength-blog]

                       this was truly a fascinating sight to behold--a man conjuring up neon from his palm, causing the area to light up with a magenta glow. it was like magic, even if she had already seen what many would consider magic and the dark arts before. it's all possible, and still every time she sees it, it still amazes her in some way.

                                                   ( because things like that have always interested her. )

            ❝ i—that's a m a z i n g !! ❞

                       such a wonder was distracting her from relic finding, but curiosity always had been a bother for her. sure, the past was what fueled her true love, though the present often did give those rare wonders that brought her back to the surface. the man didn't seem that interesting; but the powers he held most definitely were.

                                                   ( she sought to be alone, but managed to stumble upon a new wonder that would only last for so long, until she finds herself immersed in the past again. )

            ❝ how is that possible? ❞