Kagutsuchi

Indie Rp Account for Zancrow. Tracking Tag: waddleslikeaduck Credit for image above: grimoire-heart.tumblr.com

[fadingsoulss]

[iluvfairytail]

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[goninety]

100 Days of FT | Day #39 - Zancrow  

[waddleslikeaduck]

“Uhihihihi! Guess who is now ‘NEW SANTA!’”

[malignxnt]

ackersnow:

CHRISTMAS STARTERS

( assorted prompts that are all bedecked with christmas themes. from salty, to ecstatic, to indifferent - feel free to change up the context, pronouns, or words ! )

❛❛ All I want for Christmas is peace & quiet. ❜❜ ❛❛ If mistletoe appears in my one-meter vicinity, I’ll burn it. ❜❜ ❛❛ So - what are you getting me for Christmas? ❜❜ ❛❛ What do you mean, Santa isn’t real? ❜❜ ❛❛ The only thing I like about Christmas is to get drunk on eggnog & wine, & sulk over my year’s regrets. ❜❜  ❛❛ You always give the best presents. ❜❜ ❛❛ Let me get a picture of this for the memories. ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas party at your house! ❜❜ ❛❛ I swear to god, if you give me a ‘dick-in-a-box’ for Christmas again- ❜❜ ❛❛ It’s snowing! ❜❜ ❛❛ Snow plus sleigh equals fun times. ❜❜ ❛❛ Snow plus sleigh equals broken bones. ❜❜ ❛❛ Please stop saying ‘Christmas is coming’ in Stark’s voice. ❜❜  ❛❛ Are you really setting traps for Santa — ? ❜❜ ❛❛ Don’t eat the cookies & milk I’m leaving on the table, unless your name is Santa. ❜❜ ❛❛ Ah yes, the age-old tradition of an obese old man dressed in a red suit - breaking into your house. ❜❜ ❛❛ Wanna help with the pudding? ❜❜ ❛❛ Help me decorate the Christmas tree. ❜❜ ❛❛ You’re really - enthusiastic - with the decorations. ❜❜   ❛❛ I knitted a sweater for you. Here, wear it. ❜❜ ❛❛ What did you use to knit the sweater? Two left-hands & parental guidance from a hamster? ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you coming to the Christmas party? ❜❜ ❛❛ How did you get tangled in all these fairy lights – ? ❜❜ ❛❛ Let me help with the gift-wrapping. ❜❜ ❛❛ Remember when you caught on fire last year? ❜❜ ❛❛ Oh no - no - you stay away from the alcohol. ❜❜ ❛❛ Stop telling me lies about Santa & his tiny elves. ❜❜  ❛❛ Oh shit, I forgot to buy the presents. ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you telling me you don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? ❜❜ ❛❛ Is this what you do every Christmas? ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜ ❛❛ Come on! Live a little - find true love - piss in the snow! It’s Christmas. ❜❜         ❛❛ It may be Christmas, but that’s still illegal. ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas is just another day. What’s the big deal? ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas should be six months long - not one. ❜❜     

[waddleslikeaduck]

[cobrakiin]

“I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us.”“You need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen.”“I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.” Those three go perfectly with Zancrow and Cobra

Adventures of Cobro and Zanbro? I can dig it. >:D

“I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us,” Zancrow states proudly, before Cobra takes a few very large steps away.

“You need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen,” Rustyrose scolds them both, offended that his artsy fancy cake-making time has been interrupted by rowdy slayers trotting around with their kills.

“I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.” Zancrow never answers Cobra on this one.

BUT ALSO

After a busy week of Balaam Oracion-Grimoire-Tartaros bullshit: “That is the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit.”

Zancrow is caught raiding Cobra’s poison/food supplies. “Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?”

“Who wouldn’t be angry you ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years!” Cobra accuses Zanbro.

[organized-chaotic-disaster]

Chapter 218

Chapter 434

[waddleslikeaduck]

“I could do that in my sleep, Uhihihihi!”

[roleplaymmemes]

The 39th icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to falling in love at first sight

[theshadowdragonslayer-deactivat]

[waddleslikeaduck]

[roleplaymmemes]

The 12th icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to finding a naked man in their house

[theshadowdragonslayer-deactivat]

[poisondragonslayer]

“I heard you were going to make a comeback.”

[waddleslikeaduck]

“Yeah, and my first order of buisness is going to kick your candyass up and down the block.  Y’know... for old times sake, Uhihihihihihihi!”

[waddleslikeaduck]

[/lurks]

“I smell him... a snakefucker is nearby,”

“UHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI!”

[waddleslikeaduck]

"Aw shit, guess who figured out how to show his face again, UHIHIHIHIHIHI!"

[godslays]

          Whispers of the fairies growing in numbers reached his ears…

          The  god killer  does  absolutely  nothing  to obscure  the  disgust           etched across his face.

[waddleslikeaduck]

[/tries to put an icon on w/ this new broken ass website]

[/sets computer on fire]

[uxtear]

"Can I help you with something?"

[waddleslikeaduck]

"... Fix Sir Quackington."

[waddleslikeaduck]

[♪]

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags

We had two million barrels of stone We had three million sides of old blind horses’ hides We had four million barrels of bone We had five million hogs, six million dogs Seven million barrels of porter We had eight million bails of old nanny gold tails In the hold of the Irish Rover

‘Blah blah blah!  Blah I’m Drunk!  Blah blah!  Blah blah blah blah!’ Was all that the God slayer heard from the singing around him, as he sat in some shanty pub, in some backwater port town.  Though even if he despised alcohol and the banter the drunkards called singing, it was a whole lot better than sitting in the woods doing nothing; he had seven years in a black void to do that already.  Besides this place in particular had some killer fries, and Zancrow wasn’t one to pass up great food; especially when it is cheap.

-splat-

Unfortunately, an accidental bump from behind changed that calm demeanor instantly.  The demigod slowly withdrew his face from his ketchup drenched fries.  He was livid; it was hard to tell if it was the sauce or his boiling blood, either way Zancrow’s face was now coated with a thick crimson.  Not only had his food been relocated to his face, his precious Cola had also been spilt onto his lap.  However the sticky liquid didn't stay there for long, it evaporated when his body began to emitting a steaming heat.

The blond spun on his stool, stood up, and scooped his bumper by the shirt.  The ketchup on his face blurred his vision, though his sense in his hand was able to warn him that he was dealing with the chubbier variation of these piss drunk sailors. 

 “Y'know I've been in need of a new workout partner, Uhihihihihihihi!” 

Tt was about time he got a good look of his soon to be victim. When wiping the sauce from his face Zancrow was expecting to see an unshaven, scurvy ridden, mutt of a man; however when the ketchup was mostly cleared he was instead greeted with an eyeful of vibrant pink hair.  Odd yes, but no matter this would just be like a little bit of revenge on that Dragon punk—wait… why was this guy’s hair so long?  Upon further inspection Zancrow saw fluffy earmuffs and a set of emerald eyes staring back at him.  A girl?

“Who the fuck are you?”  If it was any other person they would have been wasted by now, though something screamed at him not to hit this chick. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he had to know this woman. He began to search his memory for pink haired girls while his hand still clenched her blouse.

[teddyridgeley]

ALL IN THE NAME OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT...

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