#croco/dile

[chubby-characters]

For @soft-as-dough

I love your drawing style. I like Crocodile ❤️✨.

I'm still a beginner and I hope you like it ✨

[killimgmyslef]

how do you pronounce odile

[mapengen-com]

Battle Scar

A new scar appears on Ingrid's skin.

It was one of those lazy Saturday mornings where time stretched out like warm dough, soft and unhurried. Sunlight poured through the living room window in Barcelona, falling across the back of the couch where Mapi was sprawled like a contented cat. Ingrid sat cross-legged on the floor, assembling a small wooden train track for Elisa, who was very serious about which pieces went where.

"Not that one, Ingi," Elisa said, her tiny finger pointing at the curved bit Ingrid had just tried to attach. "That goes there."

"Okay, okay, boss,” Ingrid smiled patiently. “You sure you don’t want to be an architect when you grow up?"

Elisa tilted her head, considering the suggestion for half a second. 

“No. I’m a crocodile.”

"Obviously," Mapi mumbled from the couch, flipping a page of her book. "She made that very clear when she tried to eat what’s left of Bagheera’s tail this morning."

Bagheera, ever surprisingly patient with the kid, was curled up on the windowsill, wisely avoiding eye contact with the little predator now bouncing in her dinosaur-print pajamas.

"Cro-co-diles bite!" Elisa announced, eyes gleaming as she clambered into Ingrid’s lap without warning. Ingrid laughed, catching her so she didn’t face-plant into the train set.

"You’re going to be a very polite crocodile though, right?" The Norwegian said, adjusting Elisa on her lap. "One that gives hugs instead of bites?"

Elisa smiled sweetly. Suspiciously sweetly. 

"Hug bite!"

“Wait,” Ingrid blinked. “What’s a…”

Before she could finish, Elisa launched forward like a tiny, determined missile and bit Ingrid’s nose.

There was a tiny yelp – a startled noise that wasn’t quite pain but definitely wasn’t comfort either – and Ingrid reeled back, clutching her face.

"Ow! Oh my God! Elisa!"

“What did you do?!” Mapi bolted upright.

Elisa blinked innocently, teeth marks glistening on her lips like she’d just taken a bite out of an apple.

“I bit,” she chirped.

Mapi stood frozen for a second, then burst into a full laugh. 

“No. No way. Did she just bite your nose?!”

“She did!” Ingrid cried, now holding the tip of her nose, which was slightly red and – oh no – had a tiny dot of blood. “She actually bit me. Like a real crocodile!”

Elisa stared, wide-eyed at the drop of red on Ingrid’s nose. She looked between Ingrid, Mapi, and Bagheera, clearly realizing that she had crossed into new territory. Her little mouth trembled.

“I didn’t mean to hurt,” she whispered, eyes now filled with tears that hadn’t fallen yet. “I just wanted to pretend.”

“Oh, hey, hey. Don’t cry, crocodile,” Ingrid’s expression immediately softened. She wiped her hand on her pajama pants and opened her arms. “Come here.”

Elisa crawled in like a guilty puppy, burying her face in Ingrid’s shoulder.

“Ingrid, you’re going to have the cutest nose scar,” Mapi, still chuckling, went to fetch a tissue. “What a conversation starter.”

“Oh yes,” she said dryly. “Perfect for team dinners. ‘How did you get injured?’ ‘Oh, just my preschool-aged crocodile decided my face was a snack.’ ”

“At least it was the nose. Could’ve been worse,” Mapi handed her the tissue and kissed her cheek as she sat down beside them. 

“I almost bit your ear before,” Elisa mumbled into Ingrid’s shirt.

“You what?!” She nearly choked. 

“Last night. When Ma was being a kitten.”

“Correction,” Mapi raised a finger. “I was a lion. You were the kitten. Ingrid was the tree.”

“Trees don’t get bitten!” Ingrid said in mock outrage.

“Croco-kitten trees do,” Elisa replied seriously, lifting her head. Her guilt had already faded, replaced with amusement and toddler logic.

“You know you can’t just go around biting people, right? That’s not how we show love,” Ingrid looked down at her and sighed with a half-smile.

“I know,” Elisa said softly, nuzzling into her again. “But your nose is so nice.”

“It is a nice nose,” Mapi agreed. “It’s the only reason I kissed her back the first time.”

“What?!” Ingrid raised her eyebrows. 

“Joking!” Mapi grinned. “It was the eyes. But the nose helped.”

Elisa giggled, her hands now gently cradling Ingrid’s cheeks. She examined the small scratch on the nose with intense focus.

“I’ll kiss it better,” she said, and she did – a soft little peck right on the tip, feather-light.

“Well. That fixes everything,” Ingrid melted immediately. 

“You’re my favorite tree,” Elisa told her, and then turned to Mapi. “And you’re my lion. But I don’t bite lions ‘cause they bite back.”

“Exactly,” Mapi smirked. “Good instinct.”

For the rest of the day, Elisa took her crocodile status very seriously, crawling around the house with a green blanket tied around her shoulders and announcing “CROC O’CLOCK!” whenever she wanted to play. But she kept a respectful distance from Ingrid’s face – especially the nose – while occasionally checking in to make sure it was still attached.

By bedtime, Ingrid’s nose had stopped bleeding, and Mapi had applied a very dramatic bandage, “just for style.”

When they tucked Elisa in, she sleepily mumbled, “I won’t bite your face again.”

“Thank you,” Ingrid said, kissing her forehead.

“But maybe your ear. It looks soft.”

“Well, good luck tomorrow,” Mapi laughed from the doorway. 

~

The next morning, the house was quiet (for about three seconds).

At precisely 6:07 AM, Elisa padded into Mapi and Ingrid’s bedroom wearing her “crocodile cape” (which was really just a green towel with a hood that had tiny sewn-on eyes). She stood silently at the foot of the bed, watching them sleep.

Well, watching Ingrid sleep.

She climbed carefully up the side and leaned close, inspecting Ingrid’s nose like a scientist checking on an experiment.

“Hmm…” she whispered, prodding it with one tiny finger.

Ingrid scrunched her face and groaned. “What are you…?”

Elisa smiled proudly. “Checking your nose.”

Mapi, half-buried under the duvet, cracked an eye open and groaned. “She’s doing the rounds. You’re the patient.”

“It looks… okay,” Elisa said in her serious doctor voice. “No more blood.”

“Great news,” Ingrid mumbled, her voice rough with sleep.

“Now I’m a nurse crocodile,” Elisa declared, hopping up and sitting on Ingrid’s stomach like it was a perfectly normal chair. “I take care of noses.”

Mapi couldn’t stop laughing from her side of the bed. “So, what’s the treatment plan, Nurse Crocodile?”

Elisa thought deeply. “Hmm… ice cream.”

“I like your approach to medicine,” Ingrid said, poking at Elisa’s belly to make her giggle.

“Breakfast ice cream!” Elisa demanded, suddenly energized by her own suggestion.

Ingrid and Mapi shared a look over Elisa’s head—the silent, exhausted conversation of two parents who knew there was zero chance of going back to sleep now.

Mapi sighed dramatically. “Fine. Ice cream. But only if Nurse Crocodile promises: no more biting the patients.”

Elisa pretended to think about it. “Hmm… okay. But maybe only ears.”

Ingrid shook her head, pulling Elisa into a tickle-hug that made her squeal. “No ears! That’s not how doctors work!”

“You don’t know,” Elisa argued between laughs. “You’re not a crocodile doctor.”

Mapi stretched her arms above her head, already sliding out of bed. “Come on, Nurse Crocodile. Let’s go get your patients some ice cream.”

Elisa scrambled after her, leaving Ingrid lying there with her battle-scarred nose and her heart completely melted.

Later that afternoon, they decided to go for a walk in the park to let Elisa burn off some of her boundless energy. Elisa marched ahead of them, still wearing her green towel-cape over her clothes, yelling “SNAP!” at unsuspecting pigeons.

“Do you think we’re raising a future zoologist?” Mapi asked, as they strolled hand-in-hand behind her.

“Either that or a professional wrestler,” Ingrid replied. “She’s got the moves.”

“How’s the nose, by the way? Surviving?” Mapi laughed, leaning in to brush a kiss over Ingrid’s still-pink nose. 

“It’s fine,” Ingrid rolled her eyes but smiled. “You barely notice it now.”

“You say that,” the Spaniard teased. “But when she’s sixteen and we tell this story in front of her friends…”

“Oh, we are telling this story.”

“Obviously.”

They kept walking, watching as Elisa crouched low behind a tree, waiting for an unsuspecting squirrel to pass by.

“I love how she thinks she’s stealthy,” Ingrid whispered.

“She’s wearing a towel and singing the ‘Jaws’ theme under her breath.”

“Iconic.”

They reached the little playground, and Elisa immediately bolted for the slide, her crocodile cape flapping dramatically behind her. Mapi and Ingrid sat on a bench, watching as Elisa climbed, slid, climbed, and slid over and over, occasionally pausing to snap at imaginary prey.

Suddenly, a little boy about her age approached her. 

“Why you wearing that?” He asked, pointing to the cape.

“I’m a crocodile!” Elisa announced proudly.

“Crocodiles don’t wear towels,” he said flatly.

Elisa stared at him for a second, then shrugged. 

“Mine does,” and with that, she turned and slid down again, completely unbothered.

“God, she’s so much like you,” Mapi nearly choked on her coffee. 

“What?” Ingrid laughed. “Why me?”

“That confident, deadpan delivery? All you.”

“I guess we’ve created a little monster,” she mock-sighed. 

“A little crocodile .”

They sat there for a long while, letting Elisa play until her legs wobbled with exhaustion. By the time they headed home, Elisa was practically sleepwalking between them, her small hands gripping both of theirs, the crocodile cape trailing in the dust.

As they reached the apartment door, Ingrid scooped Elisa up, her arms instinctively strong and sure.

“Bedtime,” Ingrid whispered.

“No bite?” Elisa mumbled sleepily against Ingrid’s shoulder.

“No bite,” the dark-haired promised, kissing the top of her head.

“But your nose is still… Funny.”

“It is, huh?” She laughed quietly as Mapi opened the door. 

“It’s a funny nose,” the kid murmured, her eyes already closing. 

And that night, after tucking her into bed, Mapi and Ingrid sat in the living room, looking at each other across the coffee table.

“So… How long do you think before she tries to bite me?” The Spaniard grinned.

“Oh, it’s coming,” Ingrid leaned back, her hands behind her head. 

“We should warn the team,” Mapi laughed. 

“We should buy more Band-Aids.”

And from then on – or for the next week, because Elisa suddenly forgot she was supposed to be a crocodile and decided to be a cat instead –, Ingrid was known in the household as “The Crocodile’s First Victim”, a title she wore with pride, especially whenever Elisa would crawl into her lap and trace her little fingers over the now-healed spot on Ingrid’s nose, whispering, “This nose… my favorite.” And Ingrid always answered, with a smile, “Mine too.”

~ 

Elisa joined them the next time they went to the facilities. It was one of those slow afternoons at the training ground when the sun had finally dipped low enough for the players to gather outside by the picnic benches near the field, so they all decided to take it slow. 

Training had ended, and most of the girls had showered when they lounged around in comfortable team gear, sharing snacks and stories, half-tired and half-buzzing from the adrenaline of a good session.

And then came the pitter-patter of tiny sneakers.

“Uh oh,” Frido said with a grin. “I know that sound.”

Sure enough, Elisa came into view, her curls bouncing wildly as she ran up the small hill toward the benches, arms pumping like she was in a race. Mapi followed not far behind, carrying Elisa’s dinosaur-print backpack and looking only slightly winded.

“Guess who escaped while I was tying my shoe,” Mapi muttered.

Elisa skidded to a dramatic stop in front of the team, hands on her hips, grinning like she owned the club.

“HI!” She shouted.

The girls chorused back a warm and amused “Hi, Elisa!”

“Where’s Ingi?” She asked, turning around in a circle like she could summon her with the right spin.

“She’s still icing her knee,” Patri said. “But she’ll be here soon.”

“Good,” Elisa said, folding her arms, full of purpose. “Because I got a story to tell.”

The team looked at each other, eyebrows raised.

“Oh?” Alexia said, resting her chin on her hand. “Is it a good one?”

“YES,” Elisa nodded so hard her curls flopped into her eyes. “It’s about Ingrid’s nose.”

“This just got interesting,” Aitana tried to hide her laugh.

“Oh God. No. No no no,” Mapi was already slumping onto the bench, hands over her face.

“Yes!” Elisa said, clearly thinking Mapi’s reaction was just part of the excitement. “So. Once upon a time, like, yesterday, I was a crocodile.”

“That tracks,” Jana said, biting into an apple. “Keep going.”

“And Ingrid was the tree,” Elisa continued. “But not a boring tree. A nice one.”

“That’s good,” Pina added seriously. “Nobody wants to be a boring tree.”

“So I climbed on her lap, and then…” Elisa paused dramatically, holding one hand in front of her open mouth for full effect.

“Oh no,” Frido murmured, eyes wide in mock horror. “What happened next?!”

“I bit her NOSE!” Elisa shouted, throwing both hands in the air.

The whole team lost it.

Laughter burst across the benches like a wave, a mixture of disbelief and total amusement. Some clutched their sides. Cata nearly dropped her water bottle. Alexia had to wipe tears from her eyes.

“Nooo,” Patri laughed, gasping. “You didn’t!”

“I did,” Elisa said proudly, hands on her hips again. “And it bled. Just a little. But she said ow .”

“Of course she said ‘ow’ !” Jana laughed. “You bit her face!”

“She’s so brave,” the kid added earnestly, like she was praising a soldier in battle. “She didn’t even cry. Not even one drop.”

“That’s true love,” Irene said solemnly.

“She said I couldn’t bite noses anymore,” Elisa explained. “So now I only do ears.”

The team stared in stunned silence.

“Mapi,” Alexia said, blinking. “Are you okay?”

“No,” Mapi muttered. “I’m parenting a tiny menace. You all think she’s cute but wait until she chomps you.”

“But I love her,” Frido said dramatically, getting up and walking over to Elisa. “Come here, you tiny nose bandit.”

Elisa squealed as Frido scooped her up, spinning her around while Elisa yelled, “WHEEEEE! I’M A CROCODILE!”

“Can we put this on the back of her future jersey?” Pina asked, way too seriously to be a joke. “ELISA, Number 4. Position: Nose Striker.”

That only made the laughter worse.

Then, as if on cue, Ingrid finally emerged from the building, her damp hair tied up in a bun, a protein bar in her hand.

“Hey,” she called. “What’s so funny?”

“IT’S YOU!” Elisa, still in Frido’s arms, pointed dramatically. 

“What did I do?” Ingrid blinked.

“She told us the whole nose story,” Alexia called, grinning. “In great detail.”

“Oh my God,” Ingrid’s eyes went wide. 

“She called you a brave tree,” Patri added, barely holding it together.

“She said you didn’t cry, not even one drop!” Cata shouted.

“That’s because I was in shock,” Ingrid covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. 

“Show us the scar!” Jana said, and the girls all leaned forward like it was some ancient battle wound.

“Oh my God, it’s not a scar, it’s like… Barely there now,” the Norwegian tried, waving them off as she walked up. “You’re all being so dramatic.”

“Not us,” Mapi said. “Your kid. We’re just the audience.”

Elisa wiggled out of Frido’s arms and ran to Ingrid, immediately reaching up to cup her  cheeks like she was checking on her again.

“Still there,” she declared. “Still a very nice nose.”

“You think so?” Ingrid asked, smiling down at her. Elisa nodded. 

“I’m not gonna bite it today.”

“Wow. What a gift,” the dark-haired said, crouching to kiss her. “You hear that, Mapi? It’s a no-bite day.”

“Mark the calendar,” she said. “I’m framing this moment.”

“Can I tell the story again tomorrow?” Elisa asked, looking around at the team.

“You can tell it every day,” Alexia snorted. “Honestly, I’d pay to hear it again.”

“I’m gonna draw it,” the kid added suddenly, inspired. “Ingrid will be the tree, and her nose will be… Here,” she pointed to the center of her own forehead. “With a tiny band-aid. And I’ll be the crocodile.”

“I want a copy,” Frido said. “Frame it. Hang it in the locker room.”

And as the sun dipped lower and the team lingered a little longer outside, laughing and snacking and watching Elisa crawl under the bench like a “swamp predator,” Ingrid glanced at Mapi, who just looked back at her with that same exasperated, helpless, adoring expression she always wore when it came to Elisa.

“She really told them everything,” Ingrid murmured.

“She has no filter. Just pride .”

“Yeah… But she’s our crocodile,” she smiled softly. 

“And you’re her favorite tree,” Mapi wrapped an arm around her.

“With the most famous nose in the whole league,” Ingrid leaned against her, tucking herself on Mapi’s side.

And as Elisa cackled behind them, growling and snapping at a water bottle like it was her next meal, both of them knew: this story was going to follow them for years. And somehow… They didn’t mind at all.

Still, Ingrid made sure to pick at the tiny spot of blood on her nose every chance she got, just to actually leave the smallest scar ever. Nobody – except for her and Mapi – ever knew about it. 

But sometimes, as Elisa grew up and stopped playing pretend as much as she did as a little kid, the Spaniard would catch Ingrid staring at herself in the bathroom mirror with a soft smile, watching the same white line on the bridge of the nose like it was sacred. 

Mapi made sure to kiss it every chance she had. 

[diminuel]

In the AU of an AU, Grumpy and Luffy aren't the only Croco-babies, it's just that all 4 Dragon-dile babies and the one Doffy-dile baby were all baking at the same time. 5bbs at once. Cue Dragon suddenly attaining eyebrows and raising them when he sees one blonde in the mix.

*lol* Nooooo, no we can't do this to Crocodile...!

They can have more than Grumpy and Luffy, they just need to be spaced out a little bit. They have things to do, revolutions to run, etc.

[moongothic]

Related to the "what would Luffy call Crocodile?", I've also tried coming up with a few options.

Oya-dile

Croco-ji

Wani-yaji

They're not perfect but I want to throw them out! - Hime

OH THOSE ARE GOOD 👏👏👏

[partyanimal167]

Reminiscing- Crocodile x GN!Reader

Here's another addition to my Spy event! I wanted to try writing a bit of a chiller vibe and of course needed to include my favorite warlord here. I've been craving more fics with him

🔷️ The After-Hours Lounge- Crocodile x GN!Reader

cw: flirty banter, fluff, not proofread bc I'm going to work lol

There were the golden years. There were the memories of battles, spats, fights, and triumphs. Who didn't like remembering those times?

Crocodile was a successful man. Many people knew that. He had businesses that vied for his attention, money that never left him without, people always ready to do whatever he needed whenever. He didn't need or want much. Not anymore at least.

There were times, though, that Crocodile wanted to get away. He needed space, a breather from all the demands and luxuries. And he did know where to find it.

There weren't that many spies who could go out and retire from the life of crime-fighting and intense strategizing. Most kept pushing until they were put out of the game--or life. But there were even fewer who decided to stay in the real world instead of disappearing to a personal hideaway to be paranoid of vengeful descendants or hide to silence their night terrors.

But you were different.

You couldn't completely abandon the life, so you found yourself running a late night bar where you could still see the brightness of new recruits and weathered looks of your old peers. It didn't matter who stopped by because this was a place for drinks and story-sharing. It didn't matter if with a friend or foe.

So Crocodile knew he could come by for a drink, and when you were the only one there--sweeping while humming to a tune, he knew it was going to be a good night.

"Crocy," the way you said that stupid nickname with endearment instead of taunting already started the memory wheel for the older man.

You went behind the bar and reached for an aged bottle of cognac which was his favorite. You took out two crystal glasses and gently plopped in the intricate spherical ice. Croco,dile rested his chin on his propped hand--watching you pour the liquid.

"Good evening to you too Flower," he chuckled.

You placed the drink in front of him and leaned forward. "Oh jeez, that name reminds me of when we first met."

Crocodile brought the glass to his lips and grinned. "Ah, when you first tried to kill me, I remember that."

You shrugged as you sipped. "In my defense, you were trying to overtake a country's department of defense."

"It's was a business opportunity." Crocodile half-defended. "But gosh you were so ruthless. I probably could remember that punch if I think about it."

You rolled your eyes. "You had three gunmen on me." you placed your drink down and sighed. "Where have the years gone? That was my first time being told to retreat, you know? I was pretty confident I was going to end your life that night."

Crocodile took out his cigar and snickered. "And I keep telling you there were five gunmen, so it was good they called you back." he took a moment to enjoy his smoke. "We got to play that cat-and-mouse game a few more times over the years."

You nodded as you thought about it. "Yup, and you somehow were able to become a respectable businessman."

"We all have our ambitions when we're young--always wanting more and more." Crocodile explained.

The two of you paused for a moment to enjoy the drinks and listen in on the music being played. There was an odd history between you two. You were definitely enemies at one point, but politics and objectives changed over the years. There were other people for you to track down, and different businesses for Crocodile to draw his attention towards.

"Well," you broke the silence, "did you get what you were looking for?"

Crocodile hummed into his drink. "Now, I have a delicious drink and good company. I think that's all that matters now."

You chuckled as another song started playing. "Oh look at us, reminiscing about the glory days." You refilled his glass just as was nearing empty. "Who would have thought this is where we would have ended up?"

"Life is funny like that. We were so young when we met. We would have betted our lives and lost if someone told us we'd being chatting on a lazy evening like this." Crocodile went on. He took in the swirls and colors of your eyes. "I'm glad it ended up like this."

"Me too." you went around from the bar and held out your hand. "Let's have dance together then. For old time's sake."

Crocodile stood from his seat and put out his cigar. "I thought you'd never ask."

Requests are open, so send them my way. I totally have a bias for Crocodile, but I enjoy others as well so don't be shy~

~~~

Awww, there's just something about going down memory lane that's so sweet and delicate--no matter what age.

[fruits-a-villa]

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reptile / amphibian / dinosaur themed neopronouns.

🦎 liz/lizard/lizs/lizards/lizardself

🦎 scale/scales/scaleself

🦎 croc/crocs/crocself

🦎 ali/gator/alis/gators/alligatorself

🦎 gator/gators/gatorself

🦎 snake/snakes/snakeself

🦎 ven/venom/vens/venoms/venomself

🦎 hiss/hiss’s/hisself

🦎 drag/dragon/drags/dragons/dragonself

🦎 turtle/turtles/turtleself

🦎 tortoise/tortoise/tortoiseself

🦎 croco/dile/crocos/diles/crocodileself

🦎 fang/fangs/fangself

🦎 dino/dinos/dinoself

🦎 dino/saur/dinos/saurs/dinosaurself

🦎 rex/rexs/rexself

🦎 tyr/tyrannosaur/tyrs/tyrannosaurs/tyrannosaurself

🦎 stego/saurus/stegos/saurus’s/stegosauruself

🦎 vel/velociraptor/vels/velociraptors/velociraptorself

🦎 fossil/fossils/fossilself

🦎 jur/jurassic/jurs/jurassics/jurassicself

🦎 ptero/dactyl/pteros/dactyls/pterodactylself

🦎 rap/raptor/raps/raptors/raptorself

🦎 iguana/iguanas/iguanaself

🦎 geck/gecko/gecks/geckos/geckoself

🦎 frog/frogs/frogself

🦎 cham/chameleon/chams/chamelons/chameleonself

🦎 talon/talons/talonself

🦎 shed/sheds/shedself

🦎 fossil/fossils/fossilself

🦎 pale/pales/paleself (paleontology)

🦎 toad/toads/toadself

🦎 amp/amps/ampself (amphibian)

🦎 ribbit/ribbits/ribbitself

🦎 croak/croaks/croakself

[chubby-characters]

Translation

1. Whitebeard: "hmm"? What are you doing here?

2. Crocodile: "I came to talk"

3. Whitebeard: "I thought you said you would never look for me back... son"

4. Crocodile: "I was a brat, I was 17 when I left... partly that was your fault..."

Uhhh Crocodile and Whitebeard meet again after years. Unfortunately, there is still great tension between them.

Crocodile still holds a grudge against him for past events.

For: @soft-as-dough

hehehe it's me back. I must say that I am very attracted to your version of your Au, I find it interesting and I wanted to know a little more and I made this little sketch.

If I remember correctly, Crocodile and Whitebeard in your Au don't get along very well.

I hope you like it. I'm not the best at drawing but I'm getting better with time and I'm also sorry if something is written wrong. My original language is not English. But leaving that aside. I love your art and way of drawing hehehe ✨❤️💋💕

It would be fun to see father and son making fun of each other for their big bellies. But without a doubt the biggest prize for the biggest belly goes to Whitebeard. Well, he is the one who gained the most weight and even though he has a lot of scars on his belly, it is still very soft, it would be glorious to lie on his stomach and take a nap on him. In fact, I'd be sure some of your children do it often.

[ma-1-s]

Dragon Miraculous: Dragonettes

The cave was circular in shape, and all around its edge, near to the ground, appeared groups of dull yellow lights, two of them being always side by side. These were motion- less at first, but soon began to flicker more brightly and to sway slowly from side to side and then up and down.

"What sort of a place is this?" asked the boy, trying to see more clearly through the gloom.

"I cannot imagine, I'm sure," answered the Wizard, also peering about.

"Woogh!" snarled Eureka, arching her back until her hair stood straight on end; "it's a den of alligators, or croco- diles, or some other dreadful creatures! Don't you see their terrible eyes?"

"Eureka sees better in the dark than we can," whispered Dorothy. "Tell us, dear, what do the creatures look like?" she asked, addressing her pet.

"I simply can't describe 'em," answered the kitten, shud- dering. "Their eyes are like pie-plates and their mouths like coal-scuttles. But their bodies don't seem very big."

"Where are they?" enquired the girl.

"They are in little pockets all around the edge of this cavern. Oh, Dorothy-you can't imagine what horrid things they are! They're uglier than the Gargoyles."

"Tut-tut! be careful how you criticise your neighbors," spoke a rasping voice near by. "As a matter of fact you are rather ugly-looking creatures yourselves, and I'm sure mother has often told us we were the loveliest and prettiest things in all the world."

Hearing these words our friends turned in the direction of the sound, and the Wizard held his lanterns so that their light would flood one of the little pockets in the rock.

"Why, it's a dragon!" he exclaimed.

"No," answered the owner of the big yellow eyes which were blinking at them so steadily; "you are wrong about that.

We hope to grow to be dragons some day, but just now we're only dragonettes."

-DOROTHY AND THE WIZARD IN OZ

[auraphoenix1500]

doin the croco dile

ophelia..

[personification-of-darkness]

^odile

thats odile. croco dile. dill. chips. salt and vinegar chips.

[ryufboi]

She is very well educated

[mosspickle]

[mediumtires]

i still love boss bitches and hornywolff is peak tumblr ship name but for the seriousness of this ship i think chroto because it sounds like croco (dile) and all they do is snap at each other ;)

but for the seriousness of this ship i think chroto because it sounds like croco (dile) and all they do is snap at each other

[pronounsrus]

Green theme

army/armies

aspar/asparagus

avo/cado

apple/apples

basil/basils

croco/dile

cast/leton

cad/mium

char/treuse

clove/clover

em/emerald

envy/envies

fern/ferns

forest/forests

green/greens

greed/greeds

groen/groens

grun/gruns

hunter/hunters

herle/quin

india/indias

jade/jades

juni/juniper

jungle/jungles

kell/kellie

leaf/leafs

liz/lizards

lime/limes

lawn/lawns

laurel/laurels

mint/mints

moss/mosses

mantis/mantis

nepet/nepeta

natu/nature

oli/olive

pine/pines

pear/pears

para/keet

phtha/phthalo

pickle/pickles

pist/pistachio

sheen/sheens

slime/slimy

sham/rock

sea/seas

spring/springs

sage/sages

sea/foam

sea/weed

sacra/mento

sap/saps

tea/teas

tea/teal

uni/form

viri/viridian

vert/verts

verde/verdes

weed/weeds