𝒮ɪʀ 𝒞ʀᴏᴄᴏᴅɪʟᴇ
@desertcrocodile.bsky.social
"ᴛʀᴇᴇꜱ, ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱ, ꜱᴏɪʟ, 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈... ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀʟᴍ ɪꜱ 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹."
Pinned
Reposted by 𝒮ɪʀ 𝒞ʀᴏᴄᴏᴅɪʟᴇ
𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓸 𝓡𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓷
༚ ༷༚ ུ ₊˚. ꨄ
One Piece Roleplay.
Mature Content | MDNI
Open for descriptive storylines and banter.
Not new to verse or character.
OC/Crossover friendly.
Canon/Independent Portrayal.
#Reckless
༚ ༷༚ ུ ₊˚. ꨄ
One Piece Roleplay.
Mature Content | MDNI
Open for descriptive storylines and banter.
Not new to verse or character.
OC/Crossover friendly.
Canon/Independent Portrayal.
#Reckless
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December 23, 2024 at 3:50 AM
𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓸 𝓡𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓷
༚ ༷༚ ུ ₊˚. ꨄ
One Piece Roleplay.
Mature Content | MDNI
Open for descriptive storylines and banter.
Not new to verse or character.
OC/Crossover friendly.
Canon/Independent Portrayal.
#Reckless
༚ ༷༚ ུ ₊˚. ꨄ
One Piece Roleplay.
Mature Content | MDNI
Open for descriptive storylines and banter.
Not new to verse or character.
OC/Crossover friendly.
Canon/Independent Portrayal.
#Reckless
"It is."
Fingers find what he's after as Crocodile works open the gilded case for a cigar to bite between teeth. The case snaps shut like the maw of his namesake and is tucked away til an equally gilded lighter takes its place in jeweled claws to light the cigar with a few lazy plumes of smoke. +
Fingers find what he's after as Crocodile works open the gilded case for a cigar to bite between teeth. The case snaps shut like the maw of his namesake and is tucked away til an equally gilded lighter takes its place in jeweled claws to light the cigar with a few lazy plumes of smoke. +
“Is it now?”
Tilting his head curiously, he inhaled another bout of nicotine, feeling the calming affect settle through his body. Still, the fire in him raged. He’d had enough of this man back in Alabasta.
“Maybe you shouldn’t discount me so easily.”
Tilting his head curiously, he inhaled another bout of nicotine, feeling the calming affect settle through his body. Still, the fire in him raged. He’d had enough of this man back in Alabasta.
“Maybe you shouldn’t discount me so easily.”
"If I'm the one who is lost it is still rather unfortunate for you," Crocodile's low tone rumbles back to the Straw Hat without care for the smoke blown his way. Unbothered.
It serves to make fingers itchy with a need to delve into his coat for a cigar in the elegant, gold casing they were kept in.
It serves to make fingers itchy with a need to delve into his coat for a cigar in the elegant, gold casing they were kept in.
December 18, 2024 at 6:47 AM
"It is."
Fingers find what he's after as Crocodile works open the gilded case for a cigar to bite between teeth. The case snaps shut like the maw of his namesake and is tucked away til an equally gilded lighter takes its place in jeweled claws to light the cigar with a few lazy plumes of smoke. +
Fingers find what he's after as Crocodile works open the gilded case for a cigar to bite between teeth. The case snaps shut like the maw of his namesake and is tucked away til an equally gilded lighter takes its place in jeweled claws to light the cigar with a few lazy plumes of smoke. +
Crocodile's jeweled fingers curl over the ever present cigar held between teeth as he huffs plumes of smoke to the side.
"Making peace under poisons is the strangest of traditions... and I happen to be strange," he comments with eyes fixed on the taller in quiet, bored amusement.
"Making peace under poisons is the strangest of traditions... and I happen to be strange," he comments with eyes fixed on the taller in quiet, bored amusement.
December 18, 2024 at 5:11 AM
Crocodile's jeweled fingers curl over the ever present cigar held between teeth as he huffs plumes of smoke to the side.
"Making peace under poisons is the strangest of traditions... and I happen to be strange," he comments with eyes fixed on the taller in quiet, bored amusement.
"Making peace under poisons is the strangest of traditions... and I happen to be strange," he comments with eyes fixed on the taller in quiet, bored amusement.
"If I'm the one who is lost it is still rather unfortunate for you," Crocodile's low tone rumbles back to the Straw Hat without care for the smoke blown his way. Unbothered.
It serves to make fingers itchy with a need to delve into his coat for a cigar in the elegant, gold casing they were kept in.
It serves to make fingers itchy with a need to delve into his coat for a cigar in the elegant, gold casing they were kept in.
Taking a long inhale of his cigarette, he blew the smoke in Crocodile’s direction. If the hook’d man is there, then he surely was in the wrong place, not even noting the mistletoe.
“Or you’re lost, ever thought of that?”
“Or you’re lost, ever thought of that?”
@playboycook.bsky.social
"I think you're lost, boy." Crocodile's bored tone rumbles out with a lazy glance at the blond. He seems to view Sanji with the same demeanor as someone finding a stray pet wandering around but unable to be bothered enough to take it back to it's owner.
"I think you're lost, boy." Crocodile's bored tone rumbles out with a lazy glance at the blond. He seems to view Sanji with the same demeanor as someone finding a stray pet wandering around but unable to be bothered enough to take it back to it's owner.
December 18, 2024 at 5:04 AM
"If I'm the one who is lost it is still rather unfortunate for you," Crocodile's low tone rumbles back to the Straw Hat without care for the smoke blown his way. Unbothered.
It serves to make fingers itchy with a need to delve into his coat for a cigar in the elegant, gold casing they were kept in.
It serves to make fingers itchy with a need to delve into his coat for a cigar in the elegant, gold casing they were kept in.
Reposted by 𝒮ɪʀ 𝒞ʀᴏᴄᴏᴅɪʟᴇ
The smoke gives away Crocodile's amusement more than any noise as it huffs from him the moment that cigar is brought back close.
"I hope you're not expecting much in your stocking."
Evidence enough that it wouldn't be empty but perhaps not holding what the clown ideally sought. Still, it's +
"I hope you're not expecting much in your stocking."
Evidence enough that it wouldn't be empty but perhaps not holding what the clown ideally sought. Still, it's +
that he could say, despite the fear and embarrassment wracking his body, was a high pitched squeal,
"ON MY NOSE?? W HY?"
A gloved hand quickly slaps over his mouth when he realises his volume control was out of whack.
".....Merry Christmas Crocochan"
"ON MY NOSE?? W HY?"
A gloved hand quickly slaps over his mouth when he realises his volume control was out of whack.
".....Merry Christmas Crocochan"
December 16, 2024 at 8:03 AM
The smoke gives away Crocodile's amusement more than any noise as it huffs from him the moment that cigar is brought back close.
"I hope you're not expecting much in your stocking."
Evidence enough that it wouldn't be empty but perhaps not holding what the clown ideally sought. Still, it's +
"I hope you're not expecting much in your stocking."
Evidence enough that it wouldn't be empty but perhaps not holding what the clown ideally sought. Still, it's +
@playboycook.bsky.social
"I think you're lost, boy." Crocodile's bored tone rumbles out with a lazy glance at the blond. He seems to view Sanji with the same demeanor as someone finding a stray pet wandering around but unable to be bothered enough to take it back to it's owner.
"I think you're lost, boy." Crocodile's bored tone rumbles out with a lazy glance at the blond. He seems to view Sanji with the same demeanor as someone finding a stray pet wandering around but unable to be bothered enough to take it back to it's owner.
December 16, 2024 at 2:33 AM
@playboycook.bsky.social
"I think you're lost, boy." Crocodile's bored tone rumbles out with a lazy glance at the blond. He seems to view Sanji with the same demeanor as someone finding a stray pet wandering around but unable to be bothered enough to take it back to it's owner.
"I think you're lost, boy." Crocodile's bored tone rumbles out with a lazy glance at the blond. He seems to view Sanji with the same demeanor as someone finding a stray pet wandering around but unable to be bothered enough to take it back to it's owner.
@buggydclown.bsky.social
Fingers curl around the cigar held between teeth to puff lazy plumes of smoke as the cold eyes of Sir Crocodile keep pinned on the sad excuse of a clown. He has half a mind to do nothing, to watch buggy sweat and dig his own tomb, but a hooked hand moves instead.
As if +
Fingers curl around the cigar held between teeth to puff lazy plumes of smoke as the cold eyes of Sir Crocodile keep pinned on the sad excuse of a clown. He has half a mind to do nothing, to watch buggy sweat and dig his own tomb, but a hooked hand moves instead.
As if +
December 16, 2024 at 2:29 AM
@buggydclown.bsky.social
Fingers curl around the cigar held between teeth to puff lazy plumes of smoke as the cold eyes of Sir Crocodile keep pinned on the sad excuse of a clown. He has half a mind to do nothing, to watch buggy sweat and dig his own tomb, but a hooked hand moves instead.
As if +
Fingers curl around the cigar held between teeth to puff lazy plumes of smoke as the cold eyes of Sir Crocodile keep pinned on the sad excuse of a clown. He has half a mind to do nothing, to watch buggy sweat and dig his own tomb, but a hooked hand moves instead.
As if +
@hewhotaunts.bsky.social
Crocodile sighs a plume of smoke, uncaring how much might get into the taller's face as near bored eyes roll up to the small sprig of green above them.
"Ironic to make peace under a poison, albeit a mild one."
Crocodile sighs a plume of smoke, uncaring how much might get into the taller's face as near bored eyes roll up to the small sprig of green above them.
"Ironic to make peace under a poison, albeit a mild one."
December 15, 2024 at 7:22 PM
@hewhotaunts.bsky.social
Crocodile sighs a plume of smoke, uncaring how much might get into the taller's face as near bored eyes roll up to the small sprig of green above them.
"Ironic to make peace under a poison, albeit a mild one."
Crocodile sighs a plume of smoke, uncaring how much might get into the taller's face as near bored eyes roll up to the small sprig of green above them.
"Ironic to make peace under a poison, albeit a mild one."
⠀ "ɪᴅᴇᴀʟꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ
⠀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ
⠀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ."
⠀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ
⠀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ."
December 15, 2024 at 9:49 AM
⠀ "ɪᴅᴇᴀʟꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ
⠀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ
⠀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ."
⠀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ
⠀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ."