#modestlyhumble

[darachsciath]

Continued from x - @modestlyhumble​

       “Shut the fuck up--” Thorin kept rubbing at his collarbone where he’d felt most of the shock and the restraint the seatbelt had caused in that moment when Bard seemed to be quite convinced of his own stupidity being pleasant. The next thing he did was rubbing his eyes. He was tired, for once, and wished he could just get some sleep. But because Bard was being his irritating self, Thorin found himself searching for the map instead. It’d fallen from his lap when Bard had hit the brakes so he had to go and pluck it from his feet first...

        “Where are we?”

[sigrfridr]

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

@modestlyhumble | meme ( not accepting )

The idea had been to bake cookies to make herself feel better, not to wallow and eat cookie dough right off the wooden spoon. 

But here she is, sitting on the kitchen floor, wallowing, and eating cookie dough right off the wooden spoon in between sobs. At this point she’s pretty sure she’s been crying into the dough and there’s no point in even baking any of the cookies. And she’s pretty sure that each bite of dough is tasting saltier and soggier. She doesn’t even care anymore. 

She’s not sure what time it is anymore – it’s late, that’s for sure – and then her father comes into the kitchen. She hadn’t even realized he was awake. ( Or maybe he hadn’t been awake, he’d only just woken up, prompted by that sixth sense he seems to have that knows when any of the three of them need him. ) She sniffles miserably up at him from her spot on the floor, and he’s by her side in half a second, sitting down beside her, gently extracting the mixing bowl from her grip, wrapping his arms around her to pull her in close, and asking if she wants to talk about it. 

She doesn’t, and she shakes her head. But then she can feel him nod understandingly before kissing the top of her head, and she starts crying even harder, and choking out the whole story in between sobs. About how the boy she’d been going out with had decided at lunch to dump her even though the winter formal’s tomorrow, and then two classes later she’d seen him making out with some other girl outside the gym lockers and he’s such a jerk and boys are so mean and she hates them, and it’s not fair and she doesn’t know what she did wrong and why he doesn’t like her anymore and is she just not as pretty as the other girl? Or as smart? Or what? Why isn’t she good enough? Why are boys stupid?

And she just clings to him and sobs her heart out.

[darachsciath]

@modestlyhumble​ gets a Cryptid Starter.

      “Don’t bloody look at me like that, ye cunt-- I always leave the fuckin’ spare battery in the bloody car an’ it wasn’t there this time ‘round! Fuck knows where it went!” Thorin was aware, however, that they had set out with only one battery at hand, and what the others might not have known was that said battery had been running low since the start of the evening -- but he hadn’t bothered telling them that much. He figured it would be their rightful payment once the camera gives in for the night, and they would be without any footage unless they choose to record with their phones instead. 

[aeliell]

*coughs Loudly* Boyfriend?

*coughs* husband, actually *coughs*

[aeliell]

❝ come to think on it, i’m not hungry after all. ❞

         “ Nonsense, Da! ” She cries. Sigrid forces a bowl of stew in one of his hands, a spoon in the other. “ You have to eat. There’s enough frozen cod to last us a while and I’m certain I can trade get Anna to forward me my next salary. ”asoiaf starters. | accepting.@modestlyhumble​ !

[darachsciath]

loop

Non-verbal Starters | ACCEPTING

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

      “Don’t fuckin’ let go, Bard!” 

      They had to hurry. They weren’t alone in the forest. The gunshots drove Thorin mad with the need to get the fuck out of there. But he couldn’t leave without Bard. Boromir and Thranduil were ahead of them, but still close enough for Thorin to to know where he was supposed to run next.

      “I’m not gettin’ killed by some moonshiner for tryin’ t’find Bigfoot! – Run!”

[darachsciath]

sit

Non-verbal Starters | ACCEPTING

sit help them sit down.

      It still hadn’t stopped raining. In fact, it hadn’t stopped for hours. It just kept pouring and pouring, but they’d gone out to take some shots anyway. Bilbo and Boromir wanted this case to be wrapped up as soon as possible, because there was new material waiting and it had been a while since they’d last updated their social media with something new. Had he slipped and tumbled a little deeper in the forest, no doubt the next update on their feeds would have been a message about how their cameraman is stuck in hospital with a broken leg – or two. 

      “Feels like I fuckin’ broke me spine,” Thorin murmured under his breath as he let Bard help him sit down on the couch back at their motel room. Now that they were finally out of the rain, the cold and the discomfort of soaking wet clothes was coming for Thorin.

[darachsciath]

“Nice haircut.”

Hair Sentence Starters | ACCEPTING

       “Fuck you, Bard. – Fuck you.”

       He was so angry, but so exhausted, one was numbing out the other as he stood there, struggling to stay up on his feet. He’d scrambled back up from the floor only moments ago when someone finally managed to open the damn door. It was a one way kind of system, where people could get in without a key, but needed one in order to get out and with all life being gone from this building for fuck knows how long, there had been no way back out for Thorin unless someone would be stupid enough to get in here – or said someone had to be one of them who cared enough to come looking for their friend. 

       “You better fed the fuckin’ dog!”