#raidstombs

[roleplaypositivitea-blog]

@raidstombs has been sick for a long time. they went on hiatus bc of it but now they're talking about leaving for good bc they think no one cares. i'm worried bc they're a sweet person. ash will A L W A Y S help if you need it & she's a great frackin rp'er.. i don't want her to go. we don't interact so i didn't reach out. i feel rly guilty. i hope she gets better soon. i miss seeing her on my dashboard. I CARE!!!! ~ xx

[storiesofwildfire]

Lara and Loki Croft ;; edit by @raidstombs

“Lara keeps this pinned to her vanity’s mirror.”

[storiesofwildfire]

Loki/Lara seems to be a big one for you?

send me a ship and I’ll tell you – status; accepting

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn /screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

Loki and Lara are a ship I’ve always dreamed of and never thought would become a reality, at least not until I met @raidstombs aka the most perfect Lara ever. This is one of those ships that just instantly clicked and instantly made so much sense that it was harder not to ship it than it was to actually ship it. Plus, let’s be real, Loki’s just a Lara Croft fanboy pretending like he’s normal. They’re so beyond perfect, even in moments when they’re at one another’s throats. I can’t not ship it, tbh.

[starraised-archive]

HC + guilty pleasures ( jim. )

SEND ME ‘HC’ + A WORD AND I’LL TELL YOU A HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE(S) BASED ON IT. || accepting

i’d like to start by saying jim argued no pleasure should be a guilty one, because he’s a smartass. that being said, considering how goddamn busy he is, a guilty pleasure is reading a book. a real life, paper NOVEL. and he’ll read any novel he can get his hands on. adventure, mystery, thriller, biography, historical fiction/ nonfiction, even the occasional romance novel.

he also has his cute glasses perched on his nose when he does read, b/c jim hates the idea of surgery on his eyeballs, even for the simple fix of his nearsightedness.

[starraised-archive]

HC + lara's dangerous ass career. ( poe. )

SEND ME ‘HC’ + A WORD AND I’LL TELL YOU A HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE(S) BASED ON IT. || accepting || @raidstombs

“CAN YOU NOT PUT YOURSELF IN HARMS WAY FOR LITERALLY FIVE SECONDS? I’M TIRED OF CARRYING YOU OUT OF JUNGLES AND DESERTS BECAUSE YOU’RE BEAT UP ALL THE TIME.”

additionally: “you're amazing at what you do but you REALLY need to put yourself first once in a while so my job is more flying and less fireman carrying you.”

[storiesofwildfire]

❝While I was taking care of my errands, a would-be assassin tried to murder the baby and I. If it weren't for Fenrir, I'd likely be dead!❞

          { @raidstombs }

♔—- “W-what?” Loki murmured, so stunned by Lara’s claims that the files in his hands slipped free of his hold, spilling pages and pages of delicate information out onto the floor as if they were meaningless. “Oh my Gods, Lara, are you all right?” He stepped over the pages, reaching out to take hold of his pregnant wife. “Are you hurt? Do you need to see a healer? Do you know who attacked you?” He was close to hysterics. 

[storiesofwildfire]

❝ I thought the world of you. I thought we were going to fight side-by-side forever. ❞

{ @raidstombs } || Thor Ragnarok sentence starters – status; accepting

♔—- “I’m not entirely sure how many times I have to tell you that–” Loki hissed at the strange woman, though, as her words finally sunk in, the anger in his blazing, azure eyes faded for a moment and his train of thought faltered. Although he couldn’t remember Lara due to whatever Odin had done to erase his memories once they retrieved him from Midgard, there was an extreme nagging in the back of his mind.

     He did know this woman and, for some reason, her insinuation that they lost something so meaningful felt like a jab at his heart. 

     The Mind Gem brushed against the inside of his mind, assuring him not to listen to the woman, that he words were meaningless, but he had to wonder… Why was the stone so desperate to make Loki overlook a woman that he already convinced himself was not worth listening to? Why did the gem feel so threatened by this tiny woman standing before him with a deep sadness and a strong ferociousness in her eyes?

     Loki took a step back, followed by another. The grip he held on the scepter loosened and the weapon fell point-first towards the ground. The Mind Gem’s brightness intensified, obnoxiously so, as it tried to reassert its presence in Loki’s mind, but Loki wasn’t listening to her anymore. For the first time since Thanos turned the scepter on Loki’s heart, he was rejecting her influence over him rather than accepting her sweet whispers and clinging to her positive reinforcements. 

     The azure color of his eyes faded, fluctuating back to its normal emerald for a moment. For several more, the color switched back and forth several times as the gem attempted to ease Loki back under her control and Loki pulled himself away from her. He finally let go of the scepter and it clattered to the floor as he grabbed hold of his head with both of his hands. He wasn’t sure if the pain was physical or not, but it felt like his mind was being ripped in two. Falling forward, Loki landed on one knee, clenching his head as if holding it together.

     A scream of agony ripped from his lips, perhaps the first genuine thing to come out of his mouth since appearing on Midgard.

     It didn’t stop. For several long moments, his tormented cries rang out as proof of the unseen trauma he faced until, finally, he fell silent.

     As he looked up at Lara, his eyes finally shown their normal, natural emerald color. 

     “L-Lara…?”

[storiesofwildfire]

❝ Kneel, before your queen. ❞

{ @raidstombs } || Thor Ragnarok sentence starters – status; accepting

♔—- Loki reached up and took his helmet off slowly. In truth, he didn’t really wear it all that often anymore, but once in a while, as king, he had no choice. “You’re finally growing into your role as queen, I see,” he said with something that looked like a very stereotypical Loki grin filled with mischief. He hadn’t grinned quite like that since he and Lara first arrived on Asgard, but she was able to bring it back out of him. After so many days of misery sitting on the throne, he certainly needed it.

     He set the helmet down on a nearby table and reached up to unclip his cape from his shoulders. It fell to the ground as he stepped forward and slowly lowered himself down onto his knees in front of her.

     “And what would you like me to do to you, my queen?”