Unfading

Indie Sir/Lady Crocodile RP Blog Semi-AU/Canon Personality Look at pronouns to distinguish between Lady and Sir but to make it even simpler: Sir Crocodile and Lady Crocodile Fallen into darkness - sunken so deep until all senses are lost. Just keep walking the laid out path - just keep walking. Under a spell - always d r o w n i n g. Closed eyes. Falling.

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[stjarnskrik]

Chibi Shichibukais

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dofladile #7? (okay im a new follower but ive seen a bunch of your art and i love it)

Thanks sweetie <3

7. on the lips (passionate)

I don’t ship them at all! but I’ve to admit that I giggled all the time while I was drawing this!

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- || auriu-asasin & inmarcesibles

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Old  eyes his were, yes, but many things they’d seen over the centuries he had spent in solitude and serenity. Many things from Heaven, and many things from Hell. The vampire felt like he had absorbed everything the world had to give, and yet, his somewhat a life kept dragging on and and on and on. Even now, now that this young lady in clothes too practical to be of the upper class, and too practical to belong to a reserved and well behaved woman, now that this little deceiving bitch was attempting to make him waver in his collected and calm ways, Mihawk saw right through it.

To be allowed to hunt down a vampire, one had to keep to something they called the code. Whatever it was in reality, Mihawk just imagined a big, fancy-looking book of rules written down by a couple of mildly intoxicated vampire hunters sitting under a poor light of an old tavern. This young lady was quite obviously all up for keeping to the code, even if she, young and full of revolution, would gladly burn the damn thing and go kill as many vampires as her heart pleased.

But yes, the code. According to the code, you must not attack a vamp unless it is confirmed he truly is one. Dracule grinned under the shadow of his hat.

   “Oh?” he tilted his head to the side slightly, spotting the few men holding their weapons of choice madly in the air as they rushed towards the bad girl. His hand wrapped around the lady’s back, coming to rest on her elbow where he grasped. “Well then, there are only two options, dear miss.” With every word uttered, the men were getting closer – and so was he. Nearing his pale face to hers to the point where she’d be able to feel his hot breath that still smelt of  blood. “We either run and try to hide you, and care for what you’re done later –“ she must have been getting nervous by then, because the men were just few feet away and nothing she might have hoped for was happening.

   And then, they finally got there. They were few angry steps away, which is when Mihawk turned his head to her pretty face, grasped her chin, and whispered: “Or we improvise, dear little vampire hunter.” And just as the men were about to ran to them, he kissed the lady on her lips. Only to distract the men, of course. Most of the woman got hidden behind Mihawk’s large cloak, and the so called bad-men-that-are-after-me  just kept looking around some, till they gave up and went off.

   Mihawk parted from the woman, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and fixed his hat. “Now then, if you’ll excuse me!”

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Lady Crocodile was very good at what she did. She was renowned to be ruthless but she was a merciless storm that swept by and always caught her prey. Usually, the vampires were quite easy, overly cocky and overly confident and ultimately played right into her trap. Of course, she was always ready for a fight but usually it wasn't even necessary. But never before had a vampire one upped her. 

The shock was clear on her face as she stared at the man with the most surprised expression, her jaw nearly dropped right off of her mouth. He had stunned her, broken through her pokerface, and flustered her. Which only left her vulnerable for what came next.

The men that were chasing her of course were of no importance anymore - not with her cover blown and they were few in number and weak in strength, she could easily take them on and leave the fight with barely a scratch. But still consumed by the fact that this vampire had blown her cover before she could blow his, it just made her even more vunerable for what came next. 

A kiss.

Her eyes widened and a small protest left her throat as she was easily pulled closer, right into his grasp. His lips tasted like blood... But as she was slowly starting to resist just a bit less, he pulled away and was about to just leave. 

        —"No. No I will not excuse you." She kissed, wiping her lips with the ends of her sleeve. How dare he just steal a kiss. "What did you say to me.. before the..." the kiss. But there was no doubt in her mind that she hadn't simply misheard this man. He was most definitely a vampire and he most definitely knew she was a vampire hunter. But that was the worst part... he knew who she was but Crocodile could not even attack without confirmation, black and white confirmation that he was a vampire. She was not even allowed to go on a hunch. So unless he blatantly admitted it or she caught him in the act of feeding, she was... powerless. Fuck.

        —"... How do you know that?" 

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   Walking home late like that could mean only three things; either him and Crocodile drank too much, didn’t care enough, or both. Mihawk wasn’t sure at that exact moment, as the snow fell down and covered their shoulders with thin white sheets, which one it was, although he suspected he third. Christmas parties were awfully boring, and Crocodile always seemed to have bottles of liquor hidden somewhere – well, almost wherever they went together. Mihawk stopped questioning it and just went along with all the cheap beer cans, tiny mini bar bottles of Absinth, and many other things randomly appearing in Crocodile’s bag.

   It was so damn cold that evening though, he was actually glad to be mildly drunk and a bit numb thanks to that. His nose was still freezing though, despite the thick scarf tied around his neck. The alcohol consumed was helping a little but… yes, very little. And so, it was most welcome when Crocodile stopped under a streetlight and gestured upwards. Before Mihawk had the chance to look, however, he was pulled down for a kiss.

   Good. It made him feel much warmer. Not in a literal sense, not at all actually, the other’s lips were cold as heck, and his own mouth felt like it might ice over soon – but the moment their noses squished because both of them were too chilled to their bones to actually tilt their heads, and the moment there was that wet kissy sound, warm feeling spilled in Mihawk’s stomach, and he breathed out a hot breath when Crocodile pulled away.

   “A mistletoe…” Mihawk mumbled, not bothering to look up. Instead, he locked gazes with Crocodile, and sooner then he’d like to admit, dipped down for another kiss. Shut up, it made him feel warmer.

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Chuckling quietly, and perhaps a bit more tipsy than he would like to admit, Crocodile pulled the other closer by the ends of his scarf. Soon, the small kisses turned more heated and it felt as if he was boiling underneath all those layers. The snow around them could have melted from the heat of their kiss. 

After a car honked - a few cars actually - they finally decided that was enough publicity for their relationship. But still.. Crocodile hadn't gotten his fill yet, he still wanted more kisses. Soft.. clumsy.. freezing hot kisses that made his toes curl and his whole body tingle. Mihawk always did make him feel like a teenager again, with absolutely nothing but a single touch.

       —"There's a mistletoe above the couch that we still need to kiss under." He lied (there was no mistletoe in Mihawk's house but the other didn't need to know that). Crocodile was feeling a bit needy today, especially after all the time they had missed since Mihawk had been busy with work and away on business trips and.. although he understood, that didn't mean he hadn't missed him terribly so. 

But he didn't need to voice those feelings.

As they made it back home, Crocodile had walked close to Mihawk's side.. holding his hand but it was hidden underneath the folds of their sleeves so it was okay. 

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вleed ғor тoмorrow || vernoxt & inmarcesibles

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 He had been in this business for at least two years. Enough    time to understand he’s living in a dog-eat-dog world. Where    there are no heroes in shining armors who would bring down    the bad guys. Only survivors. And yet he did not mind about    this sickening true, it might have been upsetting in the begi-    nning, but now it only seemed logical to his archaic way of    thinking. He had killed, more than once, and this did not    bring any psychological weight to his conscience. This    society had shown him how to look away when the blood    of the innocent was spilled. And these dark organizations    had taught him to look in the eye at the guilty ones when    their lives were leaving their bodies. Not a great combina-    tion, but it was clearly useful for his job, he had to admit.

  The world had started moving once again. With people in   fancy suits and holding dangerous weapons while running    in the streets at late hours of the night. Shooting at each    other and swearing when getting shot. It was all part of the    same cycle. He had heard important people had been    killed that night. Yet he knew better than asking who and    why. Sometimes it was precarious to hold certain informa-    tion. One could say that knowing more than needed was    most of the times treacherous. Besides he didn’t really    care, people 'left' this business almost everyday, and    he sometimes was part of the procedure.

   He glanced curiously at his phone when it began ringing,    wondering from whose side would be the person talking,    or perhaps it was someone who had already hired him    for some unpleasant and indecent task. Yet after the    task was completed and he was paid, he went back    to being a stranger to the people who had needed his    services. And truth be told, he couldn’t be any more    glad that everything worked this way.

   He answered, and accepted this new job. A bodyguard    didn’t sound that bad. He was not accustomed to such    thing, yet it would be one enriching experience. One    day later he had been brought directly to the head of    this organization, and after listening to her question    he tilted his head, somewhat troubled by the query.

  “ That depends on how much you’re paying me.      Besides, my job is not to die for people. But      to not permit they die. ”

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        She first studied him physically - eyes leaving not a single         part of him unchecked. As her golden irises narrowed in         on his every curve and muscle straining beneath the         confinement of fabric, it was evident he was well trained and         balanced. His muscles were not just for show.

        The look in his eyes also caught her attention, the way he held         her gaze had a sprinkle of stubbornness and another dash of         insubordination but more so it had a sense of pride. Based on         reputation he was a capable man but based on his stare he         was the perfect man - for the job. Not a single fiber of Crocodile's         being made her doubt this Zoro kid could fill the empty space next         to her right hand.

        —"Money of course is not the issue but only the living              have a use for such a material thing. If you ensure                 both our heads stay intact for the next six months...                 you can sign off your own amount on a blank check."

        She had a very logical way of doing business and although this was         a transaction, its wager was something much higher. Money was but         the easy part, the hard part was the conesquences. Even one slip up,         one wrong step and suddenly money is the least of their worries.         Crocodile needed her life and if that meant she was going to have to         pay a higher price for the best than that was but a small sacrifice in         her eyes. 

        Only the living have a use for money.         

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lol I've been so inactive my activity line died and flat lined. oops

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Hey!Don’t be so sad……I just want they happy.Give all of you sweet here ;)

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I heard you have a jealous bone in your body. Where is it and how may I abuse it.

   "Listen to me carefully now." Mihawk voiced, his tone low and dangerous. "This is not a place just about anybody is allowed to know of. It’s almost sacred, you see. So do not go running about and spreading this fragile information I am about to share with you." Staring Crocodile dead in the eye for good measure, he continued: "It is located exactly fifteen inches down from here," he poked a finger to about where his belly button was, "a bit further more down below the hem of my trousers. This location is forbidden from all entrance, unless one goes by the name Sir Crocodile -" and there, Mihawk gave an inconspicuous, mischievous smirk, "and it isn’t really a bone. Also, you are most welcome to abuse it any way you want."

[lordtarantula]

Croc/Law per Xiggy and Anonymous demands, lol. I actually put effort into colouring something, will wonders never cease 

Also Crocodile looks so hot going grey hnnnnngh

[lordtarantula]

Reblogging because I actually put effort into colouring and posted it at a bad time OTL

[inmarcesibles]

It's so important to say that you love someone when you can because when it's over, it's over. Now Doffy is with Law and you are all by yourself oh

…………………….da fuck is this?

you know what I don’t love? Nosy gray faces who need to shut their trap. How do you even talk without a mouth. I’ll cut you a new hole - don’t worry. But it won’t be much good for anything else but bleeding.

Let the kid have him, I don’t care. That bird wasn’t good for much more than a walking dildo anyways. Besides, what’s over is over. There’s no point in trying to go back to a past that doesn’t exist anymore.

That and I have Mihawk so. Suck it.

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auriu-asasin

Mistletoe prompt thingy

        It was the first Christmas they were celebrating together in a sense. Mihawk and Crocodile were both alone for the holiday and had no intentions of making plans - to them it was just like any other day like any other year. But this year.. it was different.

        A few months ago, they had become friends and perhaps even more than that. Sharing a few drunken kisses, a few stolen glances, a few laughs and fights - even though it had only been a few months it was perhaps the strongest and most meaningful relationship Crocodile had. They were men, they didn't need to over complicate things with drama and rumors and jealousy - it was a simple yet delicious relationship they had created, nothing that should be ruined by overthinking.

        It was but a few moments till Christmas Eve turned to Christmas Day and the two were walking along the side of the road, wanting to sober up a little. Idle chatter with small chuckles and laughs muffled into their scarves was but the only sounds in the quiet winter snow. Small puffs of it fell from the sky in a slow but steady dance, covering the ground in a pure white sheet.

        Burying his face further against his scarf as they stopped at the streetlight, he caught a tinge of green in the corner of his eye. Crocodile raised his head to look up, noticing something was hanging on the light above them - a mistletoe. He decided he was both drunk enough and in a good enough mood to play along with the silly little tradition so he turned to Mihawk and pressed their foreheads together.

        Chuckling, he pointed above them before lowering both their scarves and pressed his lips gently against the others in a soft kiss. Their lips were so cold he wondered if he stuck his tongue out would it stick.

        —"Mistletoe... You have to kiss under a mistletoe." 

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auriu-asasin

[ /inconspicuous staring intensifies]

you looking at me? gives you more to look at

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☾★☆☠ ✿■ ♡ - with none other than me

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☾ - sleep headcanon: Crocodile goes to sleep really late, and after a proper way too expensive dinner, way too expensive wine, and way too expensive good night whiskey. He sleeps mostly on his back or stomach, not really on his side unless Mihawk’s there with him and stealing most of the bed ohoho. He wakes up whenever he wants, and is really slow in the morning.

★ - sad headcanon: He doesn’t show sadness. Rather than that, he waits till he’s alone to deal with it. Then he lets the emotions flow, breaks a couple of things, and by morning, things are at least a little less painful.

☆ - happy headcanon: Doesn’t really show that either, unless it’s with Mihawk then it’s a lot of frickle frackle.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon: He lights a cigar, gives a few annoyed glares, and then uses his Bananawani to relief that stress; by feeding people who stress him to the giant reptile.

✿ - sex headcanon: To be honest, I think Crocodile enjoys sweet vanilla sex, rather than hardcore crazy shit. >w>

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon: Luxury. Luxury everywhere. Silk sheets, expensive art,… luxury everywhere, and a lot of it.

♡ -… Parenting headcanon: Evil stepmother. Forever and always.

Bonus~ ;D

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Haha. 8D

[ writes a bunch of dramatic old men lovey dovey soap opera-like stuff ]

[ followers awkwardly unfollow her ]

Can’t stop me bro (｀・ω・´)”

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Seated by the window and quietly enjoying the cup of espresso, Mihawk stared absent-mindedly out into the distance. It was so grey that day. Snow was supposed to be white, wasn’t it? Well, to him, it certainly didn’t look very white. He took another sip of the scorching hot beverage and put the cup down with a short sigh. Thank God he didn’t have to do much throughout the day. Shopping. Maybe cooking something. Picking the kids up from school and driving them around town for all their after school activities. Yes, that sounded like he was going to have a very fun time.

For Christ’s sake, when the hell did he become so grumpy? And nostalgic? And melancholic, at the top of all? Looking back at his younger days, he couldn’t recall any of these personality traits, and yet, here they were, seated with him at the table in a small town coffee shop. 

Still lost in thought he tore open the wrapping of the little coffee biscuit. It was just another slow and cold day, it seemed. And what was he expecting really? Mihawk mentally scolded himself for thinking things would turn out differently for once. Only women in the middle age crisis do that. Not you. You don’t need to feed off of false hopes.

Though he wasn’t really paying attention, at some point, he heard the door creak open. A new customer? Probably someone hiding from the cold. He kept looking out at the grey skies. Then the buzz of the coffee machine. He wondered what had the customer ordered. Medium black for Crocodile.

Mihawk shook his head. Who right in their mind would name their child Crocodile? A name like that probably got them a lot of troubles in school. Personally, Mihawk wouldn’t want to be name anyone Cro —-

—- And there, he froze. And nearly knocked his cup over as he turned around in speed of light to look towards the cashier’s desk. He couldn’t really make out much of the man who stood by it, just black hair, broad shoulders,… Obviously, there was no proof that this might be the one person, and yet, Mihawk couldn’t get rid of the idea that it might. He got up from his table. What if it really was him? What would be say? They haven’t spoken in ages. He should stay where he was and pretend he never heard that, and yet, he felt like he’d never forgive himself if he did.

And so, he didn’t. He took the few steps to the man who stood with his back to him, and without second thoughts, tapped on his shoulder. What was there to lose?

"Excuse me," he adressed the dark haired man, "I… You remind me of someone scarcely…"

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         A small sip. The bitter beverage was swallowed with a careful hesitation - afraid of getting burned. First, blow. Then carefully, ever so carefully press against lips. Blow some more. Then.. take a leap of faith and sip.

         Sir Crocodile was ever so consumed on not burning his cat like tongue when a sudden tap surprised him. With his cup in one hand, warmth spreading throughout him, he turned around slowly. It was like a scene in the movies, where everything's slowed down to get the full effect, so the senses can take their time absorbing the overflowing wave of stimulation. He was speechless, robbed of all vocal capabilites as he simply stared and took in the man standing in front of him.

         Was this a sign he needed to start anew?  But to do so. . He could only let go of the past. Put on a business smile... confirm. . Forgive. . And forget.

         The plan was seamless in his mind but he couldn't carry it out. His face was frozen in a state of shock. His heart still thumped for him... still beat as if he was running a marathon.. as if he was still in love. He'd be a masochistic fool then. 

         And a fool he was. Was he still yearning for the same man after all these years? After  decades? He was no longer a love struken youth.. he was smart.. too smart to be made a fool of by the same man twice. But it did not matter what he thought in theory for his heart did not lie. It indeed attempted to jump right out of his chest the moment he laid eyes on him. Crocodile just knew.. even if Mihawk did not.. he knew with all his heart and soul that the man standing right in front of him was the same man he had fallen for. His first love. His first ex. The first man that had held such control over his entire being that such small actions could lead to the difference in elation or depression.

         It had been a good few minutes now,  since he had proceeded to silently stare into those golden eyes. With his grip tightening around his cup, he walked past Mihawk. His shoulder brushed gently against his as he past and that instant of connection sent a jolt through him. What a fool he was. A plain fool.

         He would have loved to walk out of there. Just leave without a word - sort of like the way his past had played out. But he didn't have the strength in him to leave that little coffee shop, deep down he knew he was afraid if he stepped out that door.. he would never see mihawk again. And as much as he despised the man... he loved him much.. much more.

         Crocodile sat down in the small table by the window that Mihawk had been sitting at before. Glancing over to the figure he had left behind, he plastered a smile on his face for the sake of formalities.

        —"Do I? I'm afraid I don't recall meeting someone like you." A cruel joke and a blatant lie - but it was the only way to mask everything. "Perhaps you are mistaking me for someone else." It was evident that Crocodile was exactly who Mihawk thought he was.. but he couldn't act out the tearful reunion like in the movies.

         He couldn't even ask the questions that had been plaguing him for a decade.

                                                                         Why did you leave?

         Because Crocodile - fearless and bold - was afraid of one simple sentence.

                                                                         I stopped loving you