#croco-chan

The twins meet Croco-chan in a ridiculous scenario 🐊

I'm terrible at coloring ToT thats why I only use like 2 colors hah.

Chapter 10: Dancing with Danger

Of the series The Red-Haired Twins and Buggy (modern au)

There are other more shirt chapters but haven't drawn a cover for them hehe. Bussy writing.

Lemme know what you think! 🤩

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Different levels of "unbelievable".

I'm just dying over this beautiful art @erupancakes gifted me

(♡˙︶˙♡) a family photo. Croco-chan looks so handsome ;w;

and look at little Chomp, such a little rapscallion. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

I'm going to stare at this forever. -crying-

Never have I had such a blessed draw. Not 1 but TWO Crocodiles 🧡🧡🧡

And and

KATAKURI soft Mochi man finally comes home!

And then!!

Mihawk!!! Vampire husband.

-swoon-

For your Sun, Sea, Scares event, could I possibly request Crocodile with the prompt Museum, please? To decide the ending, I pick… Trick! Thank you for your time and I hope you have fun with the event as a whole! Take care! 💜

Hallo friend! Thank you for the request! I hope you like it!

Beholdth, the man of sand.♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡

Sun, Sea, Scares

Crocodile - Museum - Trick

Crocodile was a businessman and that showed in all walks of his life. Even in the great city of Alabasta where he already held so much sway, he wanted to garner more influence. So he funded and built a large museum to showcase Alabasta’s rich and fruitful history. He did hope it would bring the legendary pluton or at least knowledge of its whereabouts to the surface. The museum was almost ready for opening. 

Crocodile lit a cigar as he strolled around the museum, inspecting its exhibits one last time before it was open to the public. There was a tank for bananawani and another for small less vicious creatures. He stopped in front of the bananawani tank for a little while, tapping on the glass with his hook. The dim light of the enclosure gave for a more underwater experience and made the room feel far cooler than the usual Alabasta heat. Leaving the bananawani, Crocodile carried on his way. The empty museum felt eerie but Crocodile didn’t pay any heed to such silly thoughts. He got to a room full of small replicas of some of the larger limestone sculptures in the vast deserts of the Kingdom. 

“Hm, the detail looks accurate.” Crocodile hummed, leaning in for a closer view of one of the sculptures. “It needs more sand.” Rising to his full height, he let his devil fruit powers rage and covered the room in an inch or so of sand. He nodded. “Better. Most atmospheric.” Crocodile moved towards the doorway to the next exhibit, when he stopped sharply. Something caught his attention out the corner of his eye. At the base of one of the statues was a rectangular hole one that had not been there a second ago. 

Crocodile walked over to it and tried to recover the hole with sand but the sand just slipped away into the hole and stranger still the hole had grown a few inches. He stepped back, deciding he would let someone else deal with it but as he moved something pulled him back. Glancing over his shoulder he saw nothing, he turned his full attention to the strange gap on the floor and he noticed grains of sand were being slowly sucked into it. Another pull this time stronger than before almost caught Crocodile off guard. 

The room was illuminated with a brillant and painfully bright light. You are the desert King. And this shall be your tomb. As you have made the desert a tomb for so many others.

The force from the hole whirled out of control, kicking up the sand in the process. Crocodile was caught in a powerful sand tornado akin to one he had unleashed countless times on the Kingdom of Alabasta. His devil fruit powers did nothing but serve to make the tornado spin faster. Crocodile felt his feet slide from under him and there was nothing but sand to grab onto with his one good hand, which slipped through his fingers. His angry screams were drowned out by the sandstorm. The hole expanded and swallowed Crocodile whole and the storm settled almost instantly. Sand settled on everything like snow after a blizzard. 

All that remained of Crocodile was a small effigy at the base of the statue, in poor likeness.

🐊let us appreciate Crocodile’s long ass legs.

Sir they are good. Thank you.

-crying- he came home!!!!

Plus note

It was the slow realisation of: Oops...I panic bought. I didn’t even stop to think it over. In my basket: purchased.

Croco-chans are few and far between.... Okay so I had one like a few months ago....and another one next month...BUT