#fbdani

She was kidding right? Camille is the last person she would consider when it comes down to listening to heavy metal music. They were both very alike personality wise, they liked the same things and Camille is even more delicate than she is ( which again, isn’t quite shocking seeing how loud Dani can be sometimes - definitely doesn’t fall under the category of being prim and proper, cross it off. ) All Dani could think to do was blink at the words that were directed at her.

She must be out of her mind! Dani furrowed her brows while tipping her head to the side, her jaw dropped at the mere thought of Camille jamming out to heavy metal music. The only metal she could take is Baby Metal, and even then, it’s still way too heavy metal for her. She liked happy things, things that sound very flattering to the ears and things that could soothe her soul whenever she is going through a difficult time.

Not long after she had snapped out of the trance of imagining Camille jamming out to heavy metal, she covered her mouth and gasped loudly, a hand placed over her chest where her heart would be before dropping her hand from her mouth.

“Seriously? I swear you’re the last person who I’d think of saying that! Yo– You’re not drunk, are you?” Eyes still widened, she held up three fingers in front of the girl’s face and waved them around a little. “How many fingers do you see? Or… do you even see fingers ?!?”

each wonderlander had their own oddity. it was practically a living requirement, needed for survival, in order to retain some semblance of sanity. while camille seemed the sanest, she had her own little quirks too -- hidden away most of the time, unreachable to the masses unless asked about (and people rarely asked camille). finding out all these little things about the white queen’s daughter always brought out the most amusing reactions out of people, and camille couldn’t help but laugh, immediately turning it into a small giggle behind her hand.

“no, no, i’m not drunk,” she replies, trying her hardest not to laugh even more than she already had. she had to be demure, graceful camille marmoreal, after all. “you’re holding up three fingers, honey.”

{ texts : accepting ! }

: a morning text :

[ sms ✉ sunshine ] I tried to make some french toast…[ sms ✉ sunshine ] Wanna come see if it tastes ‘french’ enough? :D

: a text that wasn’t sent :

[ sms ✉ sunshine ] do you know any places to hide[ sms ✉ sunshine ] please i just need to disappear

i’m gonna fite

{ headcanons : accepting ! }

Delicious.

With an appetite like what Iseul has, the boy could and would eat anything in sight without thinking about it twice. Of course, he has preferences for things he loves, and spicy foods happen to be high up on the list of his favorite things.

cracking a small, crooked grin at dani, vera feigned ignorance. “doesn’t that do all the explaining?” she promptly shoved the girl aside and into a desk. “you got a lower grade in the project,” turning her head to look back at the fourth year, “because you were doing lower quality work. so i filed a complaint. nothing unfair in that.” she shrugged her shoulders as it really didn’t bother her conscience.

‘¶ + A SUBJECT’headcanons // accepting 

Wufan watches with mild horror as fucking neon pillows are strewn over his bed, no sense of co-ordination in the colour scheme other than as bright as humanly possible. He’s not even really sure where she got them all from -- just that he wants them off as soon as possible, or maybe soaked in the blackest dye known to man for a few hours.