#GIVE HIM TO MEEE 👹

[sanjiscurlybrows]

GUMSHOE IS MY FAVOURITE DETECTIVE

[hugemilkshake]

Give me more.. NORE STRING GUMMY COOKIE GLUGFY SHOTS GIVEE MEEE MORRRRREEEE 👹👹👹👹

Enjoy the milkshake! I have a theory that I will accept as cannon and that is all the cr games are just separate timelines, which explains gingerbrave existence in all of them and the similarities yet major differences in them

Burnt pancakes

-Romantic or platonic-

Your blissful rest was disrupted. Not by a nightmare but by a burning smell… there was not any smoke from the hallway so your home was not on fire yet…

You got up and stretched, as you were, you heard grumbling and the sizzling of a pan. It peaked your curiosity. Who was in your kitchen? The only cookie who comes around is String Gummy and he NEVER is here in the mornings.

But low and behold, there he was, cooking something that, not even you could describe. It looked SEVERELY burnt. But from context clues, you could tell that it might be pancakes.

“Uh whatcha cooking bud?” You said, keeping a reasonably fair distance from the burnt and butchered pancake pan.

String Gummy turned to you, looking stoic as ever. “I know you have work, I do too and if gets tiring. I wanted to make sure you had energy to do your job today.” He said with a straight face.

It was a sweet gesture but this man cannot cook. You ended up telling him that what he had was burnt and showed him how to properly make a pancake.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

re: your thoughts about konig being a colonel : I hope you continue writing that new fic bc that sounds perfect and hot af 👀👀👀👀 and idk when I heard the news I instantly thought “huh, so he is like a micromanager then” I have zero idea about how it works in the military but if I had to compare it to a corporate work environment where I work, konig seems to me like a manager who can’t seem to stop crossing boundaries and keeps falling back into his old position despite being an executive director/manager now. He climbed the corporate ladder so he knows what the ppl he is supposed to manage need/want and what they go through on the daily bc that was his experience before getting promoted. It usually happens when these ppl think “might as well do it myself since I know it will be done the right way then” (micro managing again plus it’s usually perfectionism too, it also suits some of his lines in the game—-> hands off, it’s mine 😂) or sometimes they feel inadequate in their new roles as top executives/managers so they fall back to their old trusted ways. Idk! Rambling in your inbox I’m sorry but I think it’s just funny that this DIY king who gives off 27/28 yo energy max, is a colonel??? Of all things??? Or idk maybe he was pulling an undercover boss on everyone all along 😭😭😭

Yes yes a micromanager exactly!! I can imagine him annoying the shit out of everyone.

And it's not that I object to these news, it's just that I can't get my head around this.

You mentioned the voicelines and all I can think about is that crazy goofy voice declaring "You celebrated too soon! Revenge is mine... 👹". Like... imagine being under this giant gremlin's command? Imagine the facepalming, the eye rolling? Screeching "Leave the warfare to meee!!! 😈😈😈" while foaming at the mouth is just not.......plausible behavior for a colonel? Or anyone over I dunno, 18. Lol.

But I will write the rest of that fic and it's going to be unhinged af and I will regret nothing.

Thanks for the message, this is a serious matter and we all need to have an emergency meeting and share thoughts and get to the bottom of this! 🧐😅

[tonberry-yoda]

HALLOOO AGAIN ITSA MEEE

ᵀʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶦᵈᵗ ʸᵘ ᵏⁿᵒ ʷʰᵒ ᵐᵉᵉ ᶦˢ-

to say you is speed is an understatement- i too, get excited when i see you posting croc man content- your writing is just muah 💪💪💪💪

Also- yes i would like a nickname :D, dats hec COOL-

Behold,

✨Helicopter anon✨

Bc ykno- it goes brrrr and brrr is good for health 😌

ANYWAY- HERES ANOTHERRRR

I hope im not spamming requests- you can take your time of course 😤

These are just ideas for you :)

Ok business time 👹

👏Crocman dad👏trying👏to👏protect👏his👏child's👏innocence 👏

Like crocodile has bad habits right-: smoking (a l o t o f s m o k i n g), mafia business, cussing, angery and stuff like that.

To start- He wont smoke around his child, if his child appears out of nowhere he would most prob like yeet his cigar somewhere HAHAHAHAH

Doesnt talk about his underworld business when his child is present, imagine his agents or his clients coming in straight up with details of his work like "sir i got rid of tha-" *croc staring daggers at dem with his kid playing in his office*

Also, since he spends alot of time with his wife and child, when there is a needed time to k e e l somebody he just hands his child that he's holding, to his wife c a l m l y and the wife who knows whats abouta go down and just goes "whoops lets go buy ice cream shall we" *walks away* bc queen knows 😌

He just avoids everything possibly bad

I hope this gave you some ideas-

Again, you can take 1% of these or add and its still foine

Thank youuuu

HAVE A GDAY GDAYYYYY✨😤

OH MY GOODNESS, i was waiting for you to put in another request lol. i love your requests so much they give me so much writing inspiration! seriously though, your requests are amazing. And helicopter anon is literally perfect, when i tell you me and my sister were cracking up when you chose that name. I love it. and i love these croc as a father writings, they are so good! now onward! i did what i could, so please enjoy and have a great day helicopter anon!! <333

Croc as a father part 4!

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 550

Notes - again, thank you for the request helicopter anon! i love these and now my requests are finally open so you can request another if you're down!! have a great day and i really hope you enjoy!!! stay hydrated!!! <33333 (image not mine)

and now requests are OPEN!!! please check my pinned post before requesting!!

“Dear,” you played with the collar of Crocodile’s button up trying to ignore the cigar smoke flying around your face. “I've been meaning to talk to you about…” you flicked his cigar and he giggled, kissing your neck. “This.”

“Huh?” Crocodile moved from his neck looking down at his cigar. “This? What about this?”

“Uhm… It's just… our son. I don't want-”

“Oh, I haven't been doing it around him.”

You tilted your head, trying to think back to the times of all of you hanging out together. “You haven't?”

“Nope. You think I want my six year old to know what I do for a living?”

You giggled and played with the bottom of Croc’s hair. “I don't know why I ever doubted you.”

If Crocodile was being fully honest with you though, it was the most impossible thing he had to do. Hiding your mafia identity from a sporadic child was hands down the hardest thing in the world.

For example, one time, he was just in his office working when his six year old burst in the room making airplane noises as he ran back and forth with a toy plane. Crocodile has never thrown something so long and far, but his cigar ended up on the other side of the room while his child turned to him with a goofy smile asking what that was.

Or when Crocodile was teaching his son how to use a map and one of his employees walked in.

“Sir, we took care of the body you wanted us to hi-”

Crocodile had never stared at someone with such force. He pointed to his child who was coloring the map with sharks and fish and pointed to the door, forcing his employee out.

All Crocodile’s son knew Crocodile to be a big teddy bear. Someone who would help him whenever he had a nightmare. Someone who loved his momma with all of his heart and soul. Someone he looked up to.

Crocodile knew that eventually he would have to tell his son about his business, hopefully have him take it over when the time came. But for now he was learning. Trying to figure out the world. The last thing he needed to know was Crocodile’s grudge against Monkey D. Luffy and the fact that he had been to jail and that he had committed multiple crimes. That was for another day.

Whenever he was curious though, it was always your job to step up.

“Honey,” Crocodile handed you your son, his employees standing behind him. “I have to go take care of something. Take him out to go get some frozen yogurt and get yourself something nice, love.”

He placed a kiss on your head and your sons, walking out of the room with that evil, but sexy look on his face that made you swoon.

“Momma?” You set your son down and grabbed his hand. “Where’s daddy going?”

You just smiled and rubbed the top of his jet black hair. “He's going to work dear.”

“What does daddy do for work?”

You grabbed the keys off of the wall and smirked. “Daddy takes care of business, buddy.”

You kissed him on the forehead and took him out for frozen yogurt while Crocodile did just that.

Take care of business.