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amethyst-rabbit-alice:

corvus-numquam:

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Upon her standing up to take a hold of his hair as a means to sniff he, he swiftly pulled himself back even if it caused some pain to have his hair pulled in such a manner. Raising a hand he rubbed at the spot before letting out a huff. “I think you eat too much of that fried stuff, it’s even clogging your senses! Like, why the hell would I even have any of that unhealthy crap?

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◊ | “It’s not unhealthy!” A retort, as Alice grabs the back of his twin belts. “If its essential for survival, then it’s good for ya, right?!” Alice doesn’t know the difference, and she can’t tell when something’s good or bad for her to eat. Especially vegetables. If anything, she hates eating those crops. She starts to wave his belts around rough and rapidly. “I’m only asking because I can smell you with that! I wouldn’t say it if you didn’t smell like fried chicken!” Huff huff.

Yes!" Sheesh, did she not know the difference in the slightest bit? Probably a good reason she didn’t eat vegetables. Seemed she only considered healthy what tasted good to her. "They are very much unhealthy for you since they’re fried. It gets rid of most of the meat’s nutritional value." An exaggerated sigh escaped past his lips as she moved to playing with the belts tied back behind him. "Then it must be something else! I don’t smell any damn fired food, so I don’t know what the hell you’re even talking about.

(via amethistus-lepus)


amethyst-rabbit-alice:

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◊ | “Then why do ya smell like them?” She asks, before standing on the chair to pull his hair. There, she sniffs his head, catching the same fried and greasy scent she noticed not too long ago. “For a Seaweed Head, ya sure like to surround yourself with fried chicken. Explain that!”

Upon her standing up to take a hold of his hair as a means to sniff he, he swiftly pulled himself back even if it caused some pain to have his hair pulled in such a manner. Raising a hand he rubbed at the spot before letting out a huff. “I think you eat too much of that fried stuff, it’s even clogging your senses! Like, why the hell would I even have any of that unhealthy crap?

(Source: corvus-numquam, via amethistus-lepus)


[ I’ll give it out one last time, and then just going off with things from there. But, here’s the Oz blog I made like almost a week ago now if you want to follow it. ]


vessaliusbunny:

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"Gil~" Even though he was found out, Oz still popped up from under the table and offered a bright grin towards his valet. "How did you know it was me?"

It wasn’t that hard honestly,” answering the boy’s question before reaching up to lightly flick at blond strand of hair, offering a small smile in return. “I do believe no one else would hide under a table of all places, Oz.


You’re lying. There’s some out there. I can smell them! Hand them over, you sneaky Seaweed Head!

Then you must be smelling things, stupid rabbit, because there are none of those here or anywhere near here as a matter of fact.


amethistus-lepus asked:

Chicken nuggets?! Where? Where?! I want some, Seaweed Head! Gimme some to share!

There are none.