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humans-are-tasty · 2 months

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recent cmms

#sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #nico robin #crochawk #crocodile x mihawk #wanihana #crocodile x robin #one piece #my art #i never post coms but i thought why not..#these were for a nice person

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wigglesdtuff · 1 month

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Let's roll the dice and we'll both make our moves Playing like lovers do

#one piece #nico robin #crocodile #miss all sunday #mr. 0 #wanihana #i think about them and the dance scene from pulp fiction so i made an attempt but i got tired

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animunerdery · 2 years

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OPtober2022 days 18-20.

As always the prompts are in the alts.

Play along here!

#optober2022 #sir crocodile #nico robin #wanihana #library of ohara #tree of knowledge #her-story #a history in flames #fishman Tom #mayor iceberg #franky #cutty flam #Tom’s family of rowdy neighborhood shipwrights #bepo #trafalgar law #sulong bepo???#wildin’ out for his captain #one piece

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kartoffelstern · 9 months

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partners in crime

#one piece #sir crocodile #nico robin #wanihana #crocobin #my art #saw the movie recently and had to draw them

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kookoofufu · 5 months

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How is he supposed to compete with THAT???

#one piece #one piece fanart #nico robin #sanji #one piece comic #part of the art journey is drawing art even when its bad so here lol #i needed to get this out of my brain before i went crazy #i tried doing this on paper for a very long time and it just was not working #wanihana #i guess??#im tagging this because i want attention #op fanart

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pocketwei · 8 months

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wanihana

edit: now comes with a wonderful fic from @blueberrypancakesworld ;;; you're treating me so well <33

#art #sketches #one piece #sir crocodile #nico robin #wanihana #that is their ship name oTL #i miss alabasta so mucH sigh sob

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louie-mars · 6 months

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like bruh your obsession is showing a little

#illustration #art #digital fanart #animation #one piece #one piece art #crocodile x robin #crocorobin #sir crocodile #nico robin #wanihana #comic

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sivayatheclown · 26 days

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「Rukappu」 Mr.0 & Miss All Sunday

#One Piece #Sir Crocodile #Crocodile #Mr.0 #Nico Robin #Miss All Sunday #Crocodile x Robin #Crocorobin #Wanihana #Rukappu

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stjarnskrik · 4 months

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inappropriate workplace relationship

#opfanart #opgraphics #crocorobin #wanihana #nico robin #sir crocodile #One Piece #my art #the ref I used was either from unsplash or pexels

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blueberrypancakesworld · 8 months

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Cold heat of the touch

warning : hurt/comfort kinda, tiny tiny fluff if you really look close, mutual feelings, unresolved feelings

Info : Back at it again with another One-Shot that is based again of a beautiful sketch This from @pocketwei (go check out her blog her art is so sweet and is a multishipper). I really like the coolness between the two and the unresolved feelings it's just so ahhhh so many possibilitys to write. So have fun reading @pocketwei and everyone else too :)

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Warmth always lay over Alabastia, the sun always shone over the island. Not only because of the sand, the few flowers or the extra thin and free clothing. The warmth was always a constant companion and yet the inhabitants of Alabastia liked it. It was warm, friendly and simply always there. Just like the king of Alabastia Sir Crocodile.

He was always there to help when needed and had his mafia under him. The agents who had already killed many a pirate, aristocrat and marine. But even though his crocodile eyes always saw everything, they were always focused on a woman.

His missing left hand, Miss Bloody Sunday. Or Nico Robin. A woman he had never seen before, knew what she had been through, understood her drive and yet. There was no use in his eyes every time he looked at her.

It was fascination, even something like cold affection. An affection that could best be described as two fine people who knew that sooner or later their collaboration would come to an end.

The only questions were when and how. But the one question that seemed to lie between them was. Can one fall in love in this situation, this coldness and the hidden emotions?

A question he had often asked himself, one that had always come up when he was doing business and the scantily clad waitress came to the table. He had averted his gaze from the unknown women and turned to his Miss Sunday.

In the past he would have paid attention to the women, let his golden hook wander over their bodies and maybe even taken one or two to the room.

But the more time passed, the more he noticed that the women looked more and more like Nico Robin, it slowly hit him like a blow. Ever since he had come out of his room, straightened his hair and was about to light a cigar, he had seen her.

Leaning against the wall, her purple cowboy hat pulled back slightly over her face as she lit the cigar with a simple wave of her hand before the click of the lighter died away. ,,I hope she was good" the black haired woman had said then but her voice was full of distaste and coldness as the clack of her shoes echoed in the hallway.

It shouldn't and shouldn't have hurt him like that, but it had. It had hit him hard that it had come to something like this, as if the already strained relationship had been broken. That small hope that they could be something other than their assigned roles.

But now it was hot in Alabastia. Summer had come to the island and the temperatures were rising all the more. Residents escaped the midday heat in the bars and their homes.

Sir Crocodile had also become tired of the heat and had retreated from his office to the lower levels of his residence. Where it was much cooler, not least because there was no sunshine down here and the wrong light surrounded him.

Sighing, he separated from his fur coat and laid it on the large bed. He took new clothes from his wardrobe before going into the adjoining bathroom. It was expensive, expensive like everything else about his home. A man of wealth and yet taste, a neat appearance and a well-kept house.

Running the water into the tub, he felt the cold emanating from the water. "Just like you" he thought and carefully placed the new clothes on a small extra table before he started to undress. His naked body revealed itself in the mirror he looked into and he was again reminded of his injuries.

The deep cut across his face and the absence of his hand as the gold of the hoe flashed. Shaking his head slightly, not wanting to remember the cool but knowing eyes that haunted him at night, he went to the bathtub.

He let it run for a few more minutes until it completely covered his lower body and stopped just above his waist. Before it became quiet in the bathroom. The water stopped running, no sounds from outside. It was silent and only his heart seemed to be beating with emotional excitement.

His eyes fell on his rings, red and green gemstones, but there was one ring he had bought. A gold ring with a purple blue stone. The purple of her clothes which only seemed to match him and not the desert.

It matched his black and the blue of the ring matched her eyes. The pretty blue that reminded him of the sea and the sky. The ring he always took care of and hardly ever took it off and didn't let it get wet.

Lost in his thoughts about the woman, he only half heard the door to his bathroom open and Nico Robin walk in, holding a tray of vials in her hands and holding several towels with extra hands.

How her blue eyes had long since discovered the ring with their colours. Her heart was beating for it itself and maybe she tried to wear black more and more often.

Her gaze settled on him more and more often. Standing in the bathroom, their eyes met. A hopeless look in Crocodile's eyes and a knowing attempt from Nico Robin. ,,I have the towels and tonics you asked for" her voice rang out and she placed them on the edge of the sink as she looked at the small bottles.

They were colourful bottles with oils that were both for muscle relaxation and scar healing. ,,Just leave them here," she replied after a short silence and looked back at his consumed reflection on the water. ,,Very well" she murmured and put the towels down.

In her walk, however, she paused before her eyes went back to the bottles and then to him. ,,Don't worry. The entrepreneurs will agree...otherwise I'm always here if you need me," she said, her voice cold as ever as she took the vial of muscle relaxant. Spreading the lavender-scented oil on her hands, she had made four hands appear on the tub with a simple gesture.

She felt the older man flinch slightly, unprepared for her touch. Not lifting her gaze and still standing with her back to him, she looked slightly over her shoulder.

They had never seemed further apart. She felt that he was tense but that her touch was slowly relaxing him. She felt the scars on his skin and the countless injuries they once were. She herself had her scars smaller and fine but most of the scars were inside her.

But letting him into her heart would mean that she would release her scarred, somehow survived heart. Making herself vulnerable. ,,You are too good for me Robin" he murmured and felt her hands stop for a moment.

He knew that as he approached her like a hunter they would both have to be overly careful what to say and what not to say. ,,I'm here because I want to be, Crocodile, I think these feelings are the same," she replied and he thought he heard something like understanding in her voice. An understanding of the something between them. The word and the feeling they feared.

A few moments later her hands had disappeared from your body and she was drying her hands on an extra towel. Just as she was about to leave, she tried not to let this conversation get too close, which was futile.

Suddenly she felt him holding her by the wrist, not painfully and not forcibly, just holding her. She did not want to let go for fear that she would disappear. She disappeared with the feeling of love, the feeling of security, the feeling of affection.

But he let her go and never saw fear in her eyes, just as he saw the knowledge that there was something between them. ,,I-I'll see you in your office," she said, and it was the first time she stumbled over her words.

The anger had confused her and him just as much before she walked out of the bathroom and left him in the water. What remained was the fading sensation of her touch on his body. Just stay with me, please, he thought the unspoken words, and with one last glance at the purple ring, he dived into the ice-cold water.

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#one piece #sir crocodile #nico robin #wanihana #character x character #one shot #miss bloody sunday

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proxissima · 5 months

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#seriously #crocorobin #wanihana #sir crocodile #nico robin #one piece #polls

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humans-are-tasty · 2 years

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