Anyway, time for the analysis of Croc's office because Im crazy
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So, in the anime/manga, it's a very large office. Obviously big enough to fit a seastone cage in plus his meeting table plus his desk. The room is huge. More akin to a ballroom than an 'office'. It's also surrounded by the bananawani aquarium, which we can see it is literally one giant square room that looks to be located under one of the support pillars that make up Rain Dinners, with a single tube/hallway leading back up to the main floor
There isn't too much in way of decor, minus the very large windows that look out into the lake. It's not really an 'office'. More of a big, grand hall. I could see it being used for balls or galas in a different world, or a place he'd entertain foreign diplomats. It does give big 'Bond Villain' vibes. Which he is. Croc is a Bond Villain. Only thing missing was him petting a tiny baby bananawani in his lap when he spun his chair around.
But. Anyway. Let's look at what we could see from the OPLA office
Very 1930s noir villain mobster here. Lots of Browns and Greens and Gold Bronze. VERY masculine. Sir Crocodile, king of the desert, with his hyper masculine fur coat, big gaudy rings,smoking on a cigar, and masculine interior. I see you, you very performative masculine self. ((*cough* internalized misogyny transman *cough cough*)) You know that man smells like cigar smoke and a really expensive, woodsy cologne. It's giving 'machismo', but I don't ever see Croc being misogynistic to others. He's misogynistic to himself. It's to show off and display to others 'im a man. A powerful man. A wealthy and powerful man."
I am unsure if the seastone prison will also be located here because this is an actual office. We see Robin meet with Wapol here, so there's the meeting room, but it's still a small, confined place. I imagine when Croc reveals himself to the Officer Agents it'll be in this room.
the space is also giving 'speak easy' to me, here. The darker, warmer colors are typically seen as more of a 'comfort' or 'relaxed' spot. A space where a man like Crocodile might come and unwind, smoke a cigar, drink his whiskey, and do business. It's a comfort for HIM, not necessarily a comfort for anyone else. It's also meant to show off.
A lot of men's personal offices are meant to be seen as a way to show off wealth and prestige to their contemporaries. The low lighting might be because he's sensitive to bright lights ((also the colorblind thing)), but it creates a 'den' like atmosphere. Again, reminding me of a speakeasy. A place where things have to be secret and hush hush and private.
(Shout out to the Green Lady lounge here in town. The vibes are immaculate, but you'll be damned if you see your date in there))
Rewatching the reveal scene, I noticed this
leather chair with what appears to be antelope antlers. Hunting aesthetic is also big for this kind of space. Again. Machismo. Manliness. Intimidate your underlings.
It's interesting he has a round desk, as round typically means 'meet me at my level' and I expected him to have large, rectangle desk made of wood. Though, I expect wood also just wouldn't handle well in that place cause its in the desert and it's underwater. The desk is very steampunky though and reminds me of this set of furniture I've always really wanted in my house.
Industrial. Man made. It's giving 'captain of industry' to me, which makes me think of men like Carenegie or Rockefeller. Could also lead into a play of 'robber baron', as he is a thief stealing all the water and keeping it for himself in his City of Dreams.
The port hole around his head like a halo, with all the ornate crocodiles pointing towards him like 'yes, its me. Crocodile. I'm the Crocodile. The big predator, center of the room'.
Also we can see on his desk what appears to be the hourglass he uses when fighting Luffy the first time "You have three minutes". Whiskey glass, too. That lamp is very '1930s'. It's giving Art Deco. More 'noir' vibes. Matches with his Crime Boss Mafiasto vibe, as that was kinda the thing in that era.
And here is the part where I explain I lost myself in the sauce so I don't have a conclusion, but take these thoughts on his design and hopefully you can see the vision. Mafiasto film noir villain who oozes machismo, wants to show off he's big and powerful, and oozes a sophisticated charm. Dangerous. Like wading into a crocodile pit.
Pixel post dividers for everyone! It's not much, but feel free to use them if you'd like.
I don't know the ideal size for these, so let me know if they're too tall. I can make them a bit shorter next time.
Here is my result for the tanned animal test. Not sure it suite me well because for several questions I could have answered either depending ony mood and the context.
He was rarely up this early, and even more rarely would he go out this far, but he wanted the morning to himself, away from the tents. The sun was rising in the horizon, basking the first warmth of the day across the morning dew of Karai Bari. Today was a day where Crocodile often would retreat to be by himself. Not that many noticed, as he was a very private man. He would return to the congregation soon enough, but for right now, he would sit against the roots of a dried out, dead tree and light up a cigar.
Crocodile took a drag from the cigar and let it linger in his mouth, tasting that mix of citrus and cloves that only came from a good brand. He only pulled these out for special occasions. Triumphs. Celebrations. Honors. The times when he could bask in the essence of a job well done. Yet, for right now, it was just a comfort. He took the cigar out and held it between his fingers, looking at the end glow in the still purple-black light of dawn, and let the smoke blow out from his mouth. A moment of contemplation. A moment of remembrance. He absently brought his hand up to his stomach, lightly tracing the spot over the layers of clothing and padding he had now acquired, almost two decades later.
A night where everything had changed for him. A night where he had decided that he couldn't stay where he was. A night where he had figured that he could never go back to the man he had once been. Had it been that long?
He took another inhale of his cigar and dashed the ash down along the roots of the tree. He wouldn't crush it. That would ruin the taste. No, maybe he would just sit here, for a few moments more. Just a time to himself, and a time for the man he had been so long ago.
"Heh," he chuckled through a billow of smoke. "Happy birthday, kid."
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I was inspired at first to just write a scene for this awesome pixel art by @tofupixel
And then in true Goncharov, Sorcsese's best film, fashion it really ran away with itself. I love these two so much and they're very easy for me to write. Plus there's way too much m/f stuff in g/t and f/f needs more attention imho.
Jane and Betsy are two young women who grew up together in a very rural part of the American midwest. They've been inseperable best friends since they were five years old. By middle school, they both knew they were both gay and hopelessly in love with one another. Now in their early 20's they're trying to navigate that in the 1970's.
Also, Jane suffers from an inexplicable "compulsion" that causes her to, somewhat unpredictably, grow bigger (along with anything directly touching her skin when she does). The story begins when she's become the largest size she's ever been — over 200 feet tall.
And her girlfriend Betsy has a crippling, crippling—not a typo it's really bad, fear of heights.
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