Sam: Hello, all! The fabulous Sam Nishimura here, with my ever faithful companion, the has-the-cutest-butt-in-the-known-universe, most brilliant archeologist Lara Croft here!
Lara: Sam...don't submit that.
Sam: But Laraaaa, your butt deserves media attention!
Lara:...If anyone has any inquiries, send them this way.
so i like your crossovers alot. maybe lara croft on comedy central's drunk history?
I have always wanted to do this so thanks for giving me an excuse
Hey, this will probably be an ask you answer OOC...but I just want to thank you for being so dedicated to the fandom. Seriously. This blog makes my day after I've had shitty, tiring days. So thank you. Keep up the great work.
(( This ask made me so happy, seriously. It’s really nice to hear that I’m making people happy and I’m helping make a very important pairing to me more popular. Thanks for your kind words, they really really mean a lot <3 ))
Lara/ Sam dance?
Lara and Sam dance alone in their apartment after Yamatai.
The music is blaring. Like, blaring, so loud you can feel it in your blood and your chest and thumping behind your eyes. I sway my hips and sway my arms to the side, savoring the deep thrumming of the bass under my bare feet. The lights are dim; I throw off my sweater and tiptoe over to Lara, who’s swaying in the living room with her eyes closed. The beat drops and her neck bobs elegantly with it, hands stretching like a ballerina up to the ceiling as the music kicks back in.
Sam/Lara: "Didn’t you see what I did?!"
Lara and Reyes lock fists on the island.
"Lara, your side is bleeding."
I look at Reyes who had not spoken to me since I’d descended the mountain with news of Alex, who had not acknowledged my comparatively shoddy appearance and disposition since my return, before looking down at myself.
"Yes," I mutter absently, tightening the grip on the pistol at my side.
"Sit down, let me take a look at it."
"Don’t bullshit me, girl."
I got to draw myself as Lara as part of a big commission recently
I think Sam would dig the shaved side tbh
Shhh c'mere with s.s endurance
A sleepy groan hums in the darkness to my right. “Hn?”
"It’s fucking freezing." I shiver in my covers, the sheets too thin and the mattress too hard, and wait impatiently for a response. "Lara!"
Another half-conscious growl from the exhausted girl across the room. “Sleep, Sam.” My name is just a long slur hissed out from an already re-relaxing jaw.