REPTILIAN

independent blog for killer croc of dc comics written by boar

[ataviisms]

ATAVIISMS: independent blog for waylon jones / killer croc, written by boar (he/it, 31). an exploration in the unloved child, battling one's inner nature, animalism, and redemption. mutuals only. minors dni. multiple triggers such as abuse, cannibalism, and blood and gore are present on this blog.

affiliates: @godblooded / @clawsextended , @allevils , @am4zon / @sherevival / @s0fias , @paradoxlost , @babydxhl

other blogs: i. ii. iii. iv.

Reblog to let prev know their presence is wanted

[ataviisms]

dragon waylon my beloved.... kaiju waylon my beloved....

[funstealer]

Casted bronze crocodile skull replica with a black oxidization finish and quartz crystals by Dust + Beau

[ataviisms]

🐊🐊🐊🐊

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄.    (  a collection of various  location prompts categorized by certain environments.  feel free to adjust phrasing as desired. this prompt is likely to be updated in the future.  )

[ 1. ] — URBAN :

the graffiti - scarred underpass of an old railway bridge, echoing with distant trains. the fire escape of a towering high - rise, overlooking a vast grid of sleeping lights. a forgotten alleyway behind a row of storefronts, bathed in the glow of a neon sign. the window booth of a greasy diner, blurred city lights reflected in the glass. a sheltered bus stop tagged with old stickers & graffiti, drenched in midnight rain. a food cart on a busy street corner, steam rising into the cool night air. a 24 - hour laundromat, fluorescent lights humming above rows of idle machines. amidst the initial trickle of commuters through a sprawling subway station. a park at the city's center, made up of grassy knolls & playground equipment. the shadowed corridor of a parking garage, footsteps echoing in concrete silence. the elevated walkway over a busy intersection, offering a bird's - eye view. a vibrant street art mural on the side of a decaying brick building, alive with color.

[ 2. ] — RURAL :

a cramped stall within an empty stable, moonlight shining through the rafters. a neglected orchard where wind - blown fruit rots beneath gnarled trees. a winding gravel path leading all the way to a secluded farmhouse. a field of wildflowers buzzing with bees, bordered by split - rail fencing. a street temporarily shut down on behalf of a bustling farmer's market. the sleepy main street of an eerie town, a single streetlight casting a warm glow. a dry creek bed winding through brittle grass & sun-bleached stones. a rickety wooden bridge arching over a narrow stream, frogs croaking all around. a quiet paddock under bright starlight, farm animals peacefully grazing. the middle of a deep, vast corn field under a brilliantly shining moon. a dusty, unpaved road stretching endlessly through a landscape of rolling hills. a yard sale with patrons trickling through beneath the hot sun.

[ 3. ] — NATURE :

a moss - covered trail leading deeper into a dense, mist-shrouded forest. a windswept cliff overlooking a turbulent gray ocean, gulls crying overhead. a secret lagoon with crystal blue waters & flourishing flora on all sides. the shifting golden dunes of a vast beach, meeting the endless blue of the sea. the banks of a swift, rocky river cutting through a vibrant forest. a lodge / cabin in the middle of the woods, seemingly unoccupied for years. a cluttered camping site deep in the middle of a national forest. the edge of a marsh, thick with reeds & the distant calls of unseen birds. the tranquil, glassy surface of a mountain lake reflecting a clear blue sky. a hidden clearing bathed in dappled light, exuding the scent of damp earth. a fork in the hiking trail, each path offering different adventures. a foggy moor where the land rolls endlessly beneath a grey, heavy sky. the deck of a cozy cottage bathed in sunlight & blooming flowers. a grove of ancient trees, their roots exposed & twisted like veins in the earth.

[ 4. ] — SHOPS & ENTERTAINMENT :

a warm, dimly lit antique shop overflowing with forgotten treasures. the too - cheery gift shop near the front entrance of a hospital. a comic book store sporting bright posters & dozens of tradable goods. amid long aisles lined with thrifted goods at the local consignment store. a cluttered, cozy bookstore smelling of old paper & freshly brewed tea. the incense-heavy interior of a well maintained smoke shop. the warmth of a small-town bakery, pastries piled high in the display case. backstage, the space cluttered with costumes, props, & nervous energy. a shop in an unfamiliar country, every label written in a foreign language. the chilled interior of an ice cream parlor offering refuge on a hot day. under the harsh yellow lights of the only liquor store that was open at 2am. a tourist - trap shop full of cheesy knick-knacks catered to travelers. an unassuming corner shop concealing the entrance to an exclusive club. a vibrant flower market overflowing with fragrant blooms & vendors' chatter. under the flashing lights of a dance club, bass thrumming through the floor. the hushed, reverent interior of a grand theater just before the curtain rises. a pop - up carnival at night, rides whirling & distant screams mixing with music. a karaoke lounge drenched in LED's, lyrics scrolling across a bright screen. the rewards counter of an arcade, stacked wall-to-wall with countless prizes. a classy high - rise rooftop bar with countless city lights sprawling beneath. a brightly lit arcade alive with the sounds of chimes, explosions & laughter. the neon - drenched interior of a retro - themed diner with a jukebox playing old hits. a casino floor buzzing with noise; slot machines chiming, cards shuffling. the open air of a summer music festival, crowd gathered under the twilight. a classic, dimly lit bowling alley- the crash of pins echoing down the lanes. the back row of a mostly - empty movie theatre right as the lights go dark.

[ataviisms]

not me getting up at 5am to finish shaving my head because my clippers wouldn't stop dying last night

[ataviisms]

There’s a bad moon on the rise. independent killer croc. written by boar. established 2022

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes.

[ataviisms]

taylor: you think that dog -points to crocodile on screen- wait...

[ataviisms]

waylon and @imperiouslex should get along actually because they're both bald

[notmorbid]

the lamb.

dialogue prompts from the lamb by lucy rose.

we are what we eat.

a big meal always makes me tired.

the trees guard us from the outside world.

all strays love stories.

men are stupid when they feel powerful. they become complacent.

we're woven from different cloth.

i want to know you inside out.

you always smile at children and old people.

you're more complicated than i first imagined.

most adults are up to no good. i don't trust a single one.

i like that you're weird.

i want a love like fire, that leaves the world around me charred.

the stories are just that: stories.

has anyone told you that you have a beautiful smile?

i'm right where you left me.

i've never understood why mamas are expected to be perfect.

you're different from the others.

you can stay as long as you need.

the things that happen to us change us, little one.

we can't save each other. not really.

what's the special ingredient?

this is where i belong. with you.

it's okay if you can't find the words.

please. let me keep you.

you can't ever curb someone's true nature.

i think ____ misses you.

i'm only looking after you. i hope you know that.

adults like to make things so simple and boring, don't they?

it's okay to tell someone.

you have to be braver than me.

tell someone, if something is wrong. promise.

now that i've found you, i'm never going to leave.

you make me feel so full i could be sick.

you just have to apply pressure in the right place.

you can't miss someone you didn't truly know.

you loved the idea of me, before you peeled back all the layers.

i really thought i'd met my person.

no one ever really changes.

do you think the devil has horns? the devil looks as ordinary as you and me.

kids aren't supposed to be older or wiser than their parents.

keep yourself on the straight and narrow. you'll be okay if you do that.

i feel quite lonely.

i want to be friends with you. friends that share their secrets, and talk about boys.

it is such a lie that we have to love our own blood.

i feel we've known each other longer than our hearts have beaten.

adults fear what they can't understand.

the years feel longer when you're not loved the way you want to be.

i'm not just a mother. i'm a whole person.

i'm just trying to love you. protect you.

you can show me the blackest part of your heart. i will not flinch.

the scenery looks different, but the people are all the same.

nothing mattered until i met _____.

take those feelings and hide them. push them down. keep them in the dark.

boys and men always lie about the silliest things.

sometimes i think about you in ways i'm not supposed to.

maybe one day we'll live together, and we can hold hands all day. as much as we please.

i'd tell you if something was wrong. i promise.

is it something i can help with?

if i went missing, would you notice i was gone?

someone has to swallow their pride and make things okay.

can you do something good by doing something bad?

what's this bad thing you're so worried about?

you don't keep your heartbreak locked away, do you?

i'm not lying. cross my heart.

when you love someone, you promise to love all of them. even the ugly bits.

i hope you give yourself a paper cut.

can i draw you?

are you alone, too? like me?

to me, you are a church.

maybe i'm already like you.

i want to share everything with you.

you've not lived yet. not really.

i'm not bored of you. i'm sick of you.

i could have been so much more than this.

i don't want to be a mother.

i'm never going to tell you i'm sorry.

i dream of hurting you, and i like the way it feels.

do you think i'm ugly?

we all have a bit of dark inside. and light, too.

i thought families were supposed to keep each other safe.

it'll be over quick. i promise.

i've spent thousands of days hiding, changing myself.

this is what love is supposed to feel like.

i want to remember you forever.

don't look back. not once.

[ataviisms]

Hey can u explain JUGGALO nurse

absolutely i can!

but i won't.

[ataviisms]

so glad i got to see @asoulofstars and @clawsextended this week

[showgal]

it's better that she isn't sleeping, that she only dozes off in the brief minutes that the house is quiet. if she isn't sleeping, she can't dream, which means she doesn't have to see her children strapped to a rocket at amusement mile every time she closes her eyes. they've left that life behind them, but gotham never really sets you free.

" waylon, " harleen mumbles, delirious, collapsing onto the couch next to @ataviisms. " your children have very sharp teeth. "

[ataviisms]

kids are all in bed. kids. multiple. if someone had told him he was going to be a father years ago, he would have laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. but now? now harley is flopping on the couch next to him, and their children are finally, finally asleep. for the time being, anyway. he slings an arm around her; touches his nose to the top of her head.

" i know, baby. " they take after him a little more than he'd like. he strokes his claws gently through her blonde hair. wishes she'd get some real sleep. " one of 'em got you pretty good, looks like. "

[ataviisms]

sorry if you ever want a kiss from waylon because he's just gonna boop you with his snout or lick you like a dog.

[ataviisms]

"been a while, you know?" hal has his prize-winning smile even as he walks through the sewers to meet waylon, as if the oddity of circumstances never fazed him. he looks up, then with a gleam of the ring on his finger, he takes flight to meet his eyes at his height. green and bright and dissonant in a city like gotham, but still ever present in the constancy of his visits. "i think i deserve a welcome kiss, but i dunno how you guys go about it here in gotham."

people come and go in gotham; the city cycles through outsiders faster than most. few strangers survive here and fewer still come back again. but there are always one or two exceptions. one or two that are a little less than normal in a city full of weird. @apotheotica --- green lantern --- is one of those exceptions.

waylon smells him first. knows who it is by scent alone even before hal comes into view, acting like this is just a friendly meeting on a street or in a park somewhere instead of in a dripping, moldy sewer tunnel. hard to meet like normal people when you're a giant crocodile and he's out zipping around in space most of the time. long-distance fuck buddies is an understatement.

the ring flares green and casts an eerie glow on the brick walls. waylon meets his gaze at eye level, tail flicking back and forth in the shallow gray water. " you think i'm gonna give you a kiss after you been ghostin' me for weeks? " the words feign disbelief, even if the glint in his red eyes is a teasing one. " c'mere... "

he sloshes forward, placing one large, clawed hand on top of hal's head and gripping his chin with the other, turning his face to the side. waylon leans in with a chuckle, parting his jaws just enough to drag his rough tongue along the lantern's cheek; a bit of saliva left behind. it's the closest he can get to a true kiss.