#noirbled

[barxlupin]

@noirbled asked:

“ here. hold my hand. you get scared again, squeeze tight, and i’ll help you. got it? “ / from sherlock.

REASSURANCE PROMPTS

"I'm not s-scared..."

Contrary to her half-hearted protest, Enola grips Sherlock's offered hand with both of her own, already clammy with perspiration.

She'd walked ankle-deep in blood and guts and knee-deep in sewage water without flinching. It won't be something as stupid as an insect to get the best of her...

A cockroach almost twice the size of the one who had first startled her skitters out of the rotting floorboards, dangerously close to her foot, and Enola screeches, her grip on Sherlock's hand turning vice-like as she scrambles to hide behind his back.

Nope. No no no no. She can handle all sort of animal that would make proper ladies wrinkle their nose in disgust, from snakes to lizards to snails, even bloody rats, but bugs? Absolutely not.

[artsik]

               ❝ I need your advice --- which one of these filters makes my Pappardelle with Sea Urchin and Cauliflower best emit an essence of dread and melancholy ?  I like this one but I don’t think it’s brown enough, however this one seems like it’s portraying too much dread rather than melancholy. I want a balance. ❞ The vampire asked, leaning over the table to show the other two filters which looked PRACTICALLY IDENTICAL on his phone. He felt right now would be the prefect time to post and seem fashionably late --- if this took any longer than his followers would think he simply forgot about his account and he just COULDN'T have that !!   // @noirbled sc. 

[arsonbred]

@noirbled ☓ CALL !

        it was pretty EASY to spot the other in between the sea of monsters ( oz didn’t exactly blend in ), so it didn’t take long before damien went & took a seat next to them, placing his tray filled with food on the table as he did. man, how he wanted to skip next class-- the last one had been a KILLING with the amount of writing they had to do ( or at least, were supposed to do ). 

        -- ❝ so what’s the deal ? ❞ the question pops up as soon as he finishes gulping down latest mouthful, now-empty spoon moving to point at the shadow-like figure that rested ‘pon the other’s shoulder. ❝ the fuck is THAT thing anyway ? ❞ in all honestly, it was a thing that’d been bothering him since DAY ONE-- since the moment he’d laid his eyes on the =m.

         -- ❝ does that fucker talk-- can it eat ? is it ALIVE ? ❞ it LOOKED animated enough to at least seem like it anyway.