#Croft

[gunnbby]

My favourite trait in tomb raider is that every one is fucking terrified of Lara Croft. Not only is she fucking unkillable, but she continuously faces cartels, yakuza, and shadowy international illuminati groups and completely D E S T R O Y S them with only two fucking pistols.

Tomb Raider Legend: Taunts a yakuza leader in front of his henchmen saying “Or you could beg for your life like last time”

Tomb Raider 2013: Dudes are fucking shitting themselves when she gets a grenade launcher

Tomb Raider Netflix: Even Devereaux wanted to at least try to recruit her.

She’s like if Indiana Jones was mixed with Batman. I love it

[thelonelyshore-if]

MC: the lake chose me, and i will choose the lake again and again. a part of me is still trapped in those waters, and i will always return to it.

Croft: what :D the fuck :D

Yes exactly Nonnie you see the vision. Croft is silently screaming and just like......I love my totally normal partner. I just wish they didn't act like they were intrinsically tied to an evil body of water in an almost spiritual sense. I'd love to take them on vacation somewhere fancy in the summers but I can't, because they need to go lay on a dock and stare out at a lake smack dab in the middle of nowhere. What the hell is wrong with them.

[tyrianwanderings]

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Wednesday 13 September 2023

The seedpods of Papaver somniferum (opium poppy) are a great decorative feature after the flowers are over. They can remain in the garden or be used in a floral display either fresh or dried.

Jill Raggett

[nyvavainilla]

An illustration based on a WonderCroft comic novel im working on with a partner 😊

This is a project that we are doing in our spare time among our busy lives, so it has been taking us a lot of time... But we won't give up!

We truly believe in this project, and someday sometime, society will see a comic about these two characters.

We want to explore a lot of topics, from romance and love, to war and violence. All of it, with a feminist point of view. We are actually very excited to share our view of all of these topics! And hopefully, more people will get as excited as we are 😊

[monocle-teacup]

Holy crud, I've been saying the VERY same criticisms about Earthspark for almost a whole year offline! I wanna add that the show really missed the mark of making Mandroid & Bumblebee parallel/ Megatron & Croft parallel. The lines were RIGHT THERE, they just needed to be defined! 1/8

Hey Anon, I hope you don't me combining some of your asks together so that my response flows better. I thought about putting all the asks and my response in one post, but that would've been entirely too long.

This is such a fascinating idea and TBH it never occurred to me that you could draw parallels between Mandroid and Bee of all characters. I'm honestly shocked the show didn't have a flashback episode about The Battle of the Bay because it was such a significant event. Maybe they'll do it in the 2nd season.

When you put the similarities between Mandroid and Bee that way, they make wonderful foils for each other. Both being secretive, but dealing with that burden in different ways. It would've made for interesting character growth for Bee and a particularly emotional scene with Mandroid exploding on his old friend Alex about how much he feels Bee is responsible for ruining his life.

Yeah, Bot Brawl could've easily been its own arc multiple episodes long. There was so much that could've been explored, like more variety in humans views on TFs and introducing more legacy characters.

[strawberriblog]

𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚ 𝒯𝑜𝓂𝒷 𝑅𝒶𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 ˚⋆𐙚｡

[roughridingrednecks]

Croft

[sophievalentine]

Lara Croft by Sophie Valentine

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[grrlmusic]

Croft - B.R.B.T

[rabbitcruiser]

El Dorado County, CA

El Dorado County (Spanish for "The Golden [one]"), officially the County of El Dorado, is a county located in the U.S. state of California. As of the 2020 census, the population was 191,185. The county seat is Placerville. The county is part of the Sacramento-Roseville-Arden-Arcade, CA Metropolitan Statistical Area. It is located entirely in the Sierra Nevada, from the historic Gold Country in the western foothills to the High Sierra in the east. El Dorado County's population has grown as Greater Sacramento has expanded into the region. Where the county line crosses US 50 at Clarksville, the distance to Sacramento is 15 miles (24 km). In the county's high altitude eastern end at Lake Tahoe, environmental awareness and environmental protection initiatives have grown along with the population since the 1960 Winter Olympics, hosted at the former Squaw Valley Ski Resort in neighboring Placer County.

Source: Wikipedia

[thelonelyshore-if]

Croft Drabble

Or, Croft wakes up next to MC for the first time.

Yellow-tinged dawn light leaks in through the gaps in the blinds. 

The bedroom is warm, much warmer than they’d like, and something sharp is digging into their eyebrow. Croft sleepily reaches up, slowly drawing awake as they fumble for their piercing there, worried it’s gotten caught on something.

Instead they find a paw reaching out and poking them.

“Bones, lemme be,” they mumble, still mostly asleep. They turn their back on their cat, ready to burrow deeper under the covers. Maybe if she can’t reach them she’ll leave them alone.

They manage to roll over without issue. The problem comes when they bump into something warm and solid and altogether surprising. Their heart leaps into their throat as they feel your weight shift against their torso. 

Right. You stayed over last night.

The proximity between your two bodies is small enough that Croft can feel the warmth of your skin. They lay pinned between your sleeping form and their hungry cat. Shit, shit, shit.

Croft needs to figure out what the hell their next step is.

It's still early enough that the room is bathed in darkness. The morning glow from the window outlines you in dull light. They watch the slow rise and fall of your chest, mind spinning and mouth dry. You appear to be soundly asleep.

Which is good, because Croft is freaking out. 

They need to think about this, but they’re struggling to make sense of anything when you’re so close to them that any shift of their body shrinks the space between you. Bones mews in their ear and they want to push her away, but they don’t dare risk waking you. They’re completely paralyzed.

Where are they supposed to put their arms? Can they wrap them around you? Are they allowed? You stayed over, and their body buzzes with the memory of the night before, but this feels so intimate. So close. It’s been years since they’ve woken up beside somebody, and they’ve forgotten all the rules.

Bones hmmphs, halfheartedly pawing at their face one last time before hopping off the bed. Thank god. They need a minute to think, and her begging for breakfast isn’t making this any easier.

Their eyes trace the backlit lines of your body with an interest that isn’t nearly as detached as they’d like. An anxious, fluttering sort of feeling blossoms in their chest. 

Butterflies in the stomach is an apt description, but so cliché. A torso full of insects is a concept made for horror, and yet it's a descriptor so often used in romance. They’re briefly distracted when they wonder at the origin of the idiom. A familiar annoyance unfurls when they remember they can't just look it up. 

Focus. They need to think. You'll wake up eventually, and they need to figure out how to be normal when you do. 

Croft’s breath hitches when you roll over. Panic sets their thoughts unraveling when, for a moment, they’re worried you’ve woken. They’re not ready, they don’t know what to say. They scoot backward in the bed, trying to put more space between you for no reason other than their own uncertainty. Thankfully, you remain asleep.

Your eyes are closed, expression lax. Peaceful. Your lips hang open, the soft curve of them a siren's song. Croft remembers how those lips felt against theirs, hot and eager, and–

Wait. Frustration flares and they’re sidetracked again. Another cliché. A siren's song. Basic and unimaginative. Can they really come up with no better way to frame their own desire? Especially when it consumes them so thoroughly that just the thought of last night sets their cheeks on fire. There must be something better. They lose themself for a moment in trying to find the right words.

Croft closes their eyes, silently chiding themself. Their thoughts aren't a narrative, a garden of words needing to be pruned down to the roots with shears until they resemble something half passable. 

It's just…they're so nervous. Easier to berate themself for thinking in clichés then focus on the pit of dread in their gut. 

No, not dread, this isn't one of their novels and they don't dread this. It's the wrong word, it's more like terror and fuck that isn't right, either, and they're doing it again. Spiraling into the word choice for the book they're writing in their head rather than dealing with the storm of emotions pinning them to the bed like a butterfly being pinned under glass and– 

You move closer, shifting your body until you’re nuzzling into them. 

Croft stops. Stops thinking, stops breathing, stops being. 

They don’t dare move. You’re so close. They still don’t know where to put their arms, but apparently you want to be close to them. They hesitantly wrap one arm around you and you make a noise, a pleased little sigh that makes them want to cry. The way you press against them shuts off their brain.

You stir.

“What time ‘s it?” you mumble. 

“No idea,” they answer, voice breathy. Uncertain. They can hardly believe you’re here.

“‘Kay.”

You smile against their chest. Your breath is hot. It tickles, and Croft’s breath hitches when you press a kiss to their sternum. 

Croft feels like they're going to throw up. Or cry. Or maybe both. 

You just feel so fucking good. You slot together perfectly, like you were made to lay interlocked in each other's arms. They lay frozen, but steadily they find themself relaxing again. You’ve drifted back to sleep. Minutes drag past and the tension in their muscles bleeds away. 

Focusing is impossible when you’re pressed so tight against them. It’s like their thoughts want to race, like they always do. The panic wants to reappear, to send them in a flurry of anxiety and uncertainty. But instead all they can think about you.

And it’s beautiful. Wonderful. Croft shifts until their face is pressed in the curve of your neck. They breathe in the scent of you. Marvel in the feeling of you. Slowly, slowly, sleep starts to overcome them.

They don’t fight it. Why would they? You’re here, and this is exactly where they want to be.

[damgoodninja]

Sometimes I prefer the unfinished sketchy look over my finished stuff.

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Tuesday 5 September 2023

Growing between the stone paving of an historic croft front garden was Koniga maritima (alyssum, snow-white carpet, sweet alison, snow in summer, snowdrift, sea alyssum). This compact, low-growing plant is an annual or short-lived perennial. The tiny, white flowers are honey-scented flowers and produced throughout summer.

Jill Raggett

[marcos-h-c]

Colorber day 11 - Lara Croft

[cruel-simmer]

Completed Croft Midnight Sun Family Tree!

Like I said in my previous post, this isn't the end of this family but I'm having mild issues with TS3 on my new PC so it is the end of them for now.

When they return it'll be with Ellis, Finn and Grayson going to University (bc I'm dying to play TS3 uni lmao) and then once they graduate I'm going to play the rest of their lives (or one of their lives depending on who my fave ends up being) and one of their kids will go on to be part of or found a brand new legacy!