#(( tyty!!

I will cherish it 'til the end of times. But until then, I shall like all posts. ✨

hi Cee!! TYSM for this :3

3. What's a secret passion of theirs?

So another one I already answered, but I will give you another one. In connection to that drabble I have about Willow painting August's nails, I think Willow starts learning some more "advanced" designs so their nails can always look super good hehe

29. What's the cutest thing their pet does (if they have one)?

send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon i have

unsurprisingly, carmilla is a weapons nerd. she finds genuine pleasure in learning the historical details, craftsmanship, and cultural significance of weaponry from different periods and locations. if interest is expressed in conversation, she is more than happy to share her extensive knowledge with much enthusiasm.

despite her more refined palate, carmilla has a substantial sweet tooth, one she indulges more often than she cares to admit. she holds a particular fondness for pastries, favoring pastelitos de guayaba and almond croissants especially. she even keeps a small jar of caramel candies tucked away in her desk drawer, emergency sweets for days when working hours grow particularly long.

whenever im beating myzelf up over mezzy/imperfect art i go “wait…..rummywouoldnt awant thiz….”

i made thiz izntead of doing my zchoolwork 🥹🎉

also! Happy birthday!!

I forgot what u called your papyruses im sorry 🧍‍♀️

But like..im asking for your ut, us and uf papy

How do they sleep

Like

Do they sleep with a lot of plushies, do they sleep with nothing but a singular pillow on the bed...

You're good! I'm always fine w/ answering just based off au specification, though there is a list of nicknames! In the capricious skeletons tag, which. I should probably add somewhere to my UT pinned link, if I haven't already..?

Anyways!

Rus sleeps tucked nice and cozy in his race car bed...sort of. He has a nice set of sheets, a good comforter, and two pillows side by side, even has a warm pair of cotton pjs, but whenever he gets in bed, it's not a guarantee he'll actually...sleep. But! Rest is better than nothing! Though he usually winds up sleeping in his tshirt and comfy shorts and by sleeping I mean passes out for an hour or two lol

As for Stretch! He does actually have a scraggly little plushie that sometimes winds up on his bed, sometimes winds up lost amongst his laundry, so I wouldn't consider that a mainstay, but he actually has a bed frame! Though otherwise, he has one pillow, two sheets and maybe a throw somewhere in there, and sometimes laundry mixed in, too. He has a sort of nest thing going on, but he does at least wash and change the stuff out semi-frequently.

"andrei? andrei!" half relief and half snivel, she exclaims before popping a baked good into his mouth and fussing some more. "andrei! eat this! i made them fresh! and drink some water! bernie can't believe they all went after you! well, she kind of can, because you're super strong and they'd want to gang up on the biggest threat first. but that's because you were the threat. even with a lance! so, um—"

it's never been so much about class spirit for bernadetta. but she can't not recognize that out of all the houses, he'd still opted to represent the underdog; and while he surely hadn't chosen any banner with her in mind, the outcome had still been something warming. so she cups andrei's hand and blinks up at him with her bright, wide eyes. "... you were really cool! i'm glad you were on our side."

Andrei's first, hazy thought upon regaining consciousness is that he doesn't remember ever passing out at the end of the annual mock battle before. Though considering he was punched by a dragon, perhaps it's not that surpris—

Right, he fought a dragon. Andrei's eyes snap open, but before he could dwell upon his thoughts any longer, an exclamation, as well as a sudden movement by his side, grabs his attention.

"Bern— mmph??"

She stuffs something into his mouth, and somewhere amidst her rush of concerned words he understands it to be a handmade snack. With some difficulty, he sits up, reaching to take the end of the pastry so that he could take a proper bite.

It's delicious and sweet, and Andrei couldn't help the upwards twitch of his lips. Even through the sharp ache radiating from his chest from the earlier hits, it feels warm, somehow.

"I had hoped to make a better showing, even with a weapon I am less familiar with," he says, "But if our team's efforts could aid your house's odds of a final victory even slightly, then that is all I can ask for."

He is not naive enough to make empty promises of continued loyalty, nor does he wish to lie to Bernadetta. In truth, if not for his obligation to his homeland and his monarchy, Andrei would have no ties to this house over any other. But still, in this moment, he too is glad he had been able to fight as an ally to her.