the desert king.

the devil is, and always will be, a gentleman.

[raindinners]

#𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒, a headcanon based portrayal of SIR CROCODILE from eiichiro oda's series ONE PIECE ────── former empress of amazon lily, former warlord of the sea, former president of baroque works, and the current cofounder of the cross guild. unaffiliated with canon and fanon. my iteration of crocodile is a transman, with his gender identity being a key part of his character and history; therefore, any disrespect in result in being blocked. do not follow if you are under twenty and please read my rules before following and portrayal notes before interacting. treasured by mob. ( twenty seven, they/she, est. ) ©

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 : what doesn't kill me, better run. the golden rule is whoever has the gold, makes the rules. never smile at a crocodile. my bark is worse than my bite. manners maketh man. even evil has standards.

🐊 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : carrd. memes. headcanons. promo.

🐊 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 : doflamingo. mihawk. buggy. dragon. teach. sanji.

[raindinners]

cross guild merch has been acquired heheh

[raindinners]

GOOD MORNING UHM WHAT THE FUCK

[valtsv]

i love saying "get off my dick" even though i don't have one

[valtsv]

i don't have a dick but you're still determined to ride it

[mingos]

ー i am the 6th son, of the 6th son, of the 6th son.

(ind. donquixote doflamingo)

[ncfertari-deactivated20250516]

NEFERTARI VIVI Penned by Ziggy, read rules and about~

[buraiikan]

" Stunning. "

Words fumble right out of his mouth faster than he could realize it ( much like the word used just now ). Too late to catch himself compliment far too quickly. It was all too TRUE in his eyes. Always well dressed, it hard to find him anything but. Even with a different style, it seems he could still wear it near PERFECTLY. Outside of neatly pressed suits, a change with flowing cloth draped over his body. Every knot clean and well kempt. Jimbei steps forward, hands reaching up to the lining of his haori and straightening it.

" You wear it well," an attempt to catch himself from looking more foolish than his initial reaction. " Certainly this isn't the first time you've worn something like this, has it ? "

[raindinners]

Compliments are what he's used to; the endless praise from those who look upon the warlords with high regards. But something in the way Jimbei's voice carries a certain softness upon its delivery sends warmth spearing through his body. He's stepping out of his comfort zone tonight, disregarding his usual clean cut business attire in favor for something much more loose fitting and traditional in order to match with his companion for the evening.

" Would you believe that it is? " he states, casting a grin up towards the other, but otherwise remaining still beneath the minor alterations to his appearance. " I had it custom tailored to compliment yours. " The deep purple fabric that only grows darker towards the bottom falls to his feet, pairing nicely against Jimbei's vibrant yellow.

Once he feels one of his cigar cravings clawing at the back of his throat, or simply the closeness of the moment suddenly becoming too much for him, he's not sure which one, he takes a step back and out of the other's fussing. " You set to go? It's nearing nightfall, so certainly the festivities have already started. "

[raindinners]

he is so crocodile coded to me actually

[raindinners]

All these rubies and not a single neck out there for him to adorn. What a shame.

[raindinners]

crocodile,

　do you have some new bloods working at your casino or something? they said i wasn’t on the v.i.p. list and that just can’t be right, can it? ah, well. guess i’ll just have to do things the old fashioned way and break into your office. kidding, (or am i?) i bribed one of your staff to leave this letter on your desk (or did i?).

i’m delivering this because, since i know you must have absolutely nothing going on this upcoming valentine’s day, i’m offering you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to spend the whole day with me in dressrosa. and before you say no (but you’re not going to say no—who wouldn’t want to spend valentine’s day in the company of a king at his palace) i’ve already got an entire proposal outlined. a business proposal, i mean. at least for right now. i need to get myself drunk pretty far under the table before i start entertaining commitment like that.

first of all, my palace is huge. have you seen it? what, you have? two years ago? well, you should see it again! we installed new curtains, my personal library has at least two more full bookcases (including some rarer texts that might be to your liking), and we added more furniture to the pool deck to accommodate larger gatherings. oh, the pool! listen, i know neither of us can swim but we can stare at it, y’know? there’s something gratifying about just staring at a thing you own and knowing it costs a lot of money. that side of the palace also gets a lot of daylight, so it’s fantastic for sunbathing, too.

second of all, dressrosans go crazy for this holiday. this is an island of love and passion, after all, and my citizens do not disappoint. it’s not just a one-day affair, either; festivities stretch on through the entire month of february. plus, think about what good it would do for you public profile to be summoned by the king of another nation. that’s your end goal, right… mr. “hero of alabasta”? i can play along. i’ll even call reporters here myself—do a whole spread about what a great and noble guy you are. a real man of the people! i won’t even talk about myself, how’s that for a deal?

anyway, i’m certain i’ve made a compelling case by now, but if that isn’t enough to entice you (which obviously it is, come now) i did get some vintage reds delivered from mary geoise recently. this stuff is heaven in a bottle (literally, i mean) and it’ll pair fantastically with the cigars i bought, too. or, that’s what i’m hoping. you see, i’m not exactly as well-versed as you are, but i did consult some self-proclaimed aficionados that were positive you would die for the brand i picked out. you’ll have to come by and tell me if they were wrong, because i will kill them for the crime of giving you subpar cigars. so, in summation:

　 new curtains. rare books. pool. festival. free pr. cigars. wine. you. me.

　　　　　　　　　　　　see you soon, 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　d. d. f.

He's not reading all that. In fact, he's gonna ask Mister Three to put it in the shredder on his way out.

[stlowens]

Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D. M. Thomas, from “The Guest.”

[carrymelikeimcute]

Taking someone's cigarette out of their mouth: Multiple meanings - used a lot in media to convey control, power play, very masculine, I'm your boss and this is mine now, get over it. Mildly flirty, look at me, all in your space and shit, seductive. You're not allowed to smoke, because I say so.

Putting the cigarette back in their mouth afterwards: Ground-breaking. Would be less erotic to just fuck honestly. Who does this?

[raindinners]

Robin presents him with a mini watermelon gator.

He is a professional, a feared warlord of the sea. He will not be so easily swayed by something so tiny and helpless as—

The watermelon gator snuggles into the crook of his arm and a fond looking smile inexplicably forms on his lips in response before he realizes that Robin is still standing there. Immediately, he straightens up. " As you were, Miss All Sunday. "

[raindinners]

He'd gone all day without seeing the other, so it was during mealtime that he'd set his plan for attention into action. Setting Crocodile's dinner down on the table he'd sneakily lean over the other's shoulder to steal the other's cigar, taking a heavy hit from it before blowing the cigar smoke right back in his bosses face with a bratty smirk upon his face.

The single thing that kept the headaches from taking form in his brain whilst he was away for his warlord obligations was the fact that he knew a tall glass of red wine would be waiting for him once he returned. And Sanji didn't disappoint — not that he ever does. With Crocodile leaning back slightly once his exquisite looking dinner is presented before him, decadent wine included. But before he could take the cigar from his mouth to tap out, it is plucked away for him. Placed instead between the pale lips of his chef as he leans in closer.

The warlord doesn't move an inch, merely watching with amusement as the blonde attempts as he so often does to get under the warlord's thick, scaly skin. Long lashes flutter once the smoke is blown right into his face, before a deep chuckle rumbles from his throat. Reaching up with his singular hand, he easily grips the other's jaw, keeping his face steady while he closes the gap just enough for their lips to barely graze one another, allowing him to inhale what was left of the shotgunned smoke.

" At least do it properly next time, " he jokingly scolds, running his thumb along the blonde's lower lip thoughtfully for half a second before finally releasing his hold on the other and returning to his highly awaited meal.

[seaoftales]

There were days where he wondered if he was stuck in a perpetual nightmare of constant circus music and Buggy's never-ending charades for his little clown minions. Then there were days where he deeply regretted his decision of accepting Crocodile's offer for the Cross Guild. He could have been better off somewhere on another little abandoned island, having his peace and quiet, his little garden, books and wine. Was he really asking for too much? Mihawk was a simple man to satisfy, though being in the lounge area of the Cross Guild headquarters was most decidedly not it.

The ever-growing migraine at the back of his head in form of the flashy fool had made him grumpier than usual, so much so that the swordsman was ready to end whoever dared looked at him the wrong way.

❝ Why can't we just get rid of him? ❞ Amber eyes looked towards Crocodile, an almost pleading look in them. Mihawk understood why. It was easier to have Buggy be the World Government's target than the two of them and they had free reign to run the Cross Guild as they pleased and as was initially intended. ❝ Two individuals like us made to look like we're working under a damned clown. What a disgrace. ❞

@raindinners ♥'d

[raindinners]

The deeper than usual frown scrawled across the other's face doesn't go unnoticed, as Crocodile has a means of remedying it — if only slightly. He gives a gesture of dismissal to his right hand man, which Daz gives a nod in silent understanding before excusing himself to fulfill his boss's request. Turning slightly in his relaxed position along the couch, the former warlord plucks the cigar from between his teeth before resting his arm on the back of the couch.

" Oh? Not fond of the circus paraphernalia? I think you'd look rather dashing in polka dots, if I'm honest. " He can't help but tease, a smirk curling up the corner of his lips as he exhales out greying smoke. But before he could further jab, or have Mihawk skewer him through, Daz returns with two glasses and a bottle of wine, taking a few moments to pour a healthy amount of the red liquid in each glass before offering it to his two superiors.

Crocodile accepts the drink, turning to face the swordsman again, but with his expression more serious this time. " It is insulting... " That he won't deny. Crocodiles and hawks were at the top of the food chain for a reason, after all. " But in our line of business, it's important for us to have someone there to take the blame should things go awry. Besides, once he's no longer of use to us, you can have the pleasure of taking his head. "

[enjomo-deactivated20251123]

IN  THE  DIM,  narrow  alleyways  of  such  a  lively  town,  the  air  was  filled  with  tension  and  the  distant  echoes  of  a  recent  unfortunate  (  for  them  )  encounter.  the  night  had  fallen,  casting  long  shadows  that  hid  the  aftermath  of  ace's  battle.  his  body  bearing  the  marks  of  a  serious  deal  with  the  marines,  emerged  from  the  shadows,  his  breathing  heavy  and  his  body  battered  and  bruised.  only  they  had  weapons  that  could  affect  ace's  firey  body.  one  designed  to  rip  through  a  logia  user's  flesh.  ace  thought  it  was  over  for  him  when  the  net  vowen  of  sea  prism  caught  his  leg,  but  he  still  had  his  bare  fists  free.

blood  trickled  down  from  a  wound  on  his  forehead,  staining  his  raven-black  hair.  his  skin  trembling,  and  the  remnants  of  navy  attacks  were  evident  on  his  scorched  and  steaming  frame.  despite  the  wounds  he  pushed  forward,  looking  for  a  place  to  sit  and  treat  his  wounds  with  whatever  cloth  he  would  manage  to  find.

but  as  he  staggered  through  the  alley,  he  became  aware  of  a  figure  lurking  in  the  darkness  —  a  silhouette  with  a  distinct  aura.  thick  eyebrows  formed  a  frown  on  the  fire  fist's  visage.  his  eyes,  despite  the  darkness  adjusted  to  the  change  of  light.  something  he's  adapted  as  a  child  of  the  jungle.  then,  he's  finally  made  the  picture  when  he  heard  that  slow,  distinct  tone  calling  out  to  him.  the  reptilian  warlord  he's  only  encountered  a  few  times  by  now.  a  figure  that  caused  so  much  trouble  for  the  princess  of  alabasta.

❝  hell  do  you  want,  crocodile  ?  ❞  he  retorted,  wiping  the  blood  from  his  brow.

[raindinners]

Faint scuffles and the scent of ash beyond that of the burning end of his cigar alerts the former warlord that someone has decided to try their luck by interrupting his smoke break. Daz has not moved from his spot at the mouth of the alleyway, the pinnacle of stoicism as he stands with arms crossed and eyes out in surveillance. So, his attention turns to the opposite end, observing as a shadowed figure stumbles closer. A drunkard, as he's first to believe, with the debate following to drain them of their life so they would never pick up another bottle again — consider it one of his last good deeds. But, the smell of char and blood immediately disprove him, and what he instead finds is something much more worth his interest.

" What I want? Nothing you can't offer me, " he states with nonchalance, purposefully taking the time to place his cigar back between his teeth, taking a much needed drag to really draw out his pause, before letting the smoke curl out from the corners of his lips akin to the fangs of a snarling dragon.

" But you on the other hand, well... " Even in the shadows slanting through the alley, his eyes are alight with a golden glow that rakes over the other's form like ravenous beast. Any old wolf would have dived right in with snapping jaws, but crocodiles know better. They know the value of patience. " It looks like you've bit off more than you could chew. " A flash of white teeth follows his statement before he takes the cigar from his mouth and gestures with the same hand towards the younger man. " Tell me, to whom do I have to thank for bringing you in such a sorry state to me, hm? "

[flowerytale]

Florence and the Machine, from No Choir