#crocodog

[cat0fmanyc0l0rs]

Adoptable spotlight! These cuties and many more are waiting for homes in the kofi shop, please take a look if you can! - https://ko-fi.com/catofmanycolors/shop/adopts

[katyunderthebed]

My precious item (my oc)

[skate2victory]

this my oc weston he lowkey a little bitch but i love him regardless

[adhdavinci]

Jak pulled the "You're adopted" joke on a Crocodog at the pound, and then stole the Crocodog.

That Crocodog then proceeded to have the absolute best life ever

he gets a custom zoomer sidecar just for his puppy 🥺

[severalowls]

Tickled by the idea of ancient Egyptian religious sorts over the years debating whether you were supposed to literally memorize all the secret words and shit to get through the nonsense puzzle dungeon that led to the afterlife, or whether you were just supposed to do right by the gods enough that anubis or whoever else demon-wise you ran into down there would be cool with giving you a guided tour.

...And then the royals show up with a private yacht and just hand the passport guy a cool beetle and they're gucci either way which seems like bullshit, but if you complain about that one of the 30-50 judgemental uncle types at your entrance exam will literally snitch on you to the crocodog.

[vulture-k1tty]

Alright, you've peeked my interest. Tell me about your Mixel headcannons.

YIPPEE!!!! YAYAY!!!! i'm mostly gonna do pronouns/gender/sexuality cuz that's what i do most tbh

flain - he/him, transmasc, bi (also he's a lifeguard)

zorch - he/him, idek cuz i don't like him (he's a mailman but this is canon)

vulk - he/they, transmasc demiboy, pan (he mainly works with cats at an animal shelter)

shuff - he/him, cis, pan (i think all the cragsters are cubit miners, idk)

krader - he/it, cis, bi(?

volectro - he/it + tons of neopronouns, nonbinary, pan. he randomly uses typing quirks. speedcore/gabber, hyperpop, scenecore (different from scene, i promise you), and random goofy music enjoyer. it loves making kandi and gives it to everyone it knows. (i love volectro can you tell)

teslo - she/he, transfem nonbinary, unlabeled sexuality. really great friends with tentro :-)

zaptor - it/he, agender, bi (no job, no thoughts, just hamlogna)

gobba - it/its, agender, aroace, just an existing thing fr

chomly - has no self-perception/awareness (it/they)

jawg (i forgot his name and it took me so long to remember) - it/he, just a crocodog

tentro - he/they, transmasc, aroace. doesn't talk much at all. close friends with teslo and lunk

kraw - he/him, cis, gay

balk - it/he (idk what else)

flurr - she/they/he, transfem, sapphic. lunk's sister, snoof's cousin

slumbo - they/he, nonbinary, aroace

lunk - they/them, nonbinary, omni. flurr's sibling, snoof's cousin

torts - they/she/he, genderfluid, pan

glomp - he/him, cishet

glurt - it/he, just a doggy. can only say "howdy"

footi - he/they, transmasc demiboy, gay

hoogi - he/him, cis, omni

scorpi - she/it, just a kitty. can't talk

magnifo - any pronouns, genderfluid, omni, ace

mesmo - he/they/it, agender, aroace

wizwuz - she/he, idk

flamzer - he/him, cis, aroace

burnard - he/him, cis, bi

meltus - they/he, transmasc, pan

rokit - he/him, cishet. basically nurp's dad

niksput - he/him, cis, pan

nurp-naut - he/him, cis, aroace cuz i have no idea how the baby thing works

globert - he/she, genderfluid, gay

vampos - he/they, cis, bi

boogly - he/him, cis, idk

uh i was gonna do everyone but i got really lazy so yea

[pickless-99]

Crocodog being a good boy

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

me and my gf love the crocodogs from dragon quest

theyre so cute

i rlly enjoyed dragon quest 8!!

[raishytale]

Крокопёс (Crocodog Don't Starve) ссылка

[thecreatorfromgallifrey]

Your dreams are just Ten’s reality mate

My dreams are so fucking random, for example, the night of the new year i went to bed completely fucked (not because of alcohol but because i hate too much cheese, dont ask) and i collapsed on the bed.

I dreamt of crocodiles, alligators, big and small, and i was like, walking with a random person and there were just tiny baby crocos everywhere and i struggled to not walk on them, and i was scared, so i started running, but that caught the attention of a bigger crocodile, who started chasing me

I woke up, but i was in a delire, i was hallucinating (still because of the overload of cheese) and the croco were still there. My lack of touch with reality and my dog trying to get in my room by giving huge ass paw smack in my door made me believe the crocodiles were still hanging around.

I was trapped between closing my eyes and facing crocos, or opening my eyes and facing my crocodog 😭

I wrote my dream right after waking up from it, to not forget it.

The 11th doctor on an adventure with a lot of people leading to him singing in a cathedral, imagine a sort of religious chant of some sort, in Latin, pointing his screwdriver at the ceiling and somehow playing the piano at the same time.

It’s pretty

After some minute the song as changed and it’s more of a Måneskin vibe, with light effects, and someone asking me to come down the scene (I wasn’t on the scene brah)

After some minutes the lights effects are incredible, like a night club, the doctor has regenerated into 15, and is now wearing the cloth style of 15 (understand : hotter) and is singing a song that I don’t know the title yet cuz I just woke up but I think it’s a imagine dragon song ?

The whole scene is very colorful and powerful and Mickey (the doctor who character) is in awe like « 😧🤤 »

Goodnight it’s still too early

I corrected the typos and gave it more sense

Don’t trust yourself to write at 4am

Also i still dont know what the song was 😭

[cat0fmanyc0l0rs]

New crocodog design now available in the kofi shop! https://ko-fi.com/catofmanycolors/shop

[katyunderthebed]

reed's animal form at varying stages in his life (and vary styles and colors lol)

also his thumb is backwards in the last pic. not fixing that lol. come look under the cut for some really really old art of him

hes been around for a long time his name was just crocodog for a long time, then it was CD, then it was Ceed/Seed, then it was Reed.

also he was solely a lore-removed little guy for a long time but now he is in my acuminata oc-verse so he has his human shape and his animal shape. the reason for his animal shape being weird is because he had a traumatic childhood and developed an attachment disorder as a baby that really dislodged him from the usual childhood development that one would go thru in-universe

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Tuesday

Demolition Trio au, set right after the confrontation with Errol (and subsequently Keira) at the racing garage. Featuring a little worldbuilding for Spargus.

Something must have set him off.

Sig knew that Jak didn't just Go Dark because somebody bumped into him during rush hour. He clung to whatever control he could manage with the desperation of a drowning man. There had to have been actual danger in order for Jak to morph now.

Right?

Sig hoisted himself up onto the roof of the saloon and scanned the edges until he caught sight of Jak's hunched over figure. The kid didn't have Daxter with him, which was worrying. His claws dug into the concrete, leaving shallow scratches, and he was breathing altogether too quickly.

"Jak?" Sig crouched about a yard away from him. "What's up, kid? Is it metalheads? KG? Do I need to charge up the Peacemaker?"

Shark-black eyes snapped to the side to watch him warily. Jak bared long fangs in a silent warning: don't come any closer.

"Okay." Sig sat down and put his gun to the side. "Alright. I'm just gonna sit right here and watch your back, okay? Is that cool?"

He studied the boy, concerned.

"What happened, kid? Can you tell me?"

Jak opened and closed his mouth a few times, but couldn't control his breathing or the dark eco enough to speak aloud. He tugged his claws out of the rooftop and clumsily fingerspelled a name.

Errol.

[[MORE]]

Sig knew that name to be more than just a champion racer now. He knew what that name meant to Jak. Revulsion flooded him like the bile in his throat, roughening his voice to a growl as he asked, "What did he do, Jak? Did that little creep touch you? Are you alright?"

"Taunted me." was all Jak signed.

"In front of everybody, like he didn't do anything wrong?!" A sense of outrage rose in his chest at the image.

"Well doesn't he think he's special, taking liberties like that." Sig snapped. He took a deep breath. Being agitated wasn't going to help Jak calm down. "Kid, if I could get into that part of town unnoticed, I'd wipe him off the map so fast the Baron’s head would spin."

A bitter scoff wrenched itself out of Jak's teeth. His hands were brusque and choppy as he answered, "But Keira likes him. Thinks he's better than me."

Keira? Wasn't that the girl Daxter said they'd grown up with? Sig winced. He knew as well as any Wastelander that some of the worst abusers groomed their character witnesses as carefully as their victims. But that didn’t make the damage any less severe.

"I was supposed to race today. I can't. I left Dax to race- I can't look at them. I'll snap, I'll-" Jak put his hands down and gulped in air desperately.

"Jak?" Sig called softly, "can I come a little closer?"

After a tense moment, Jak nodded. Sig took it slowly, moving forward an inch at a time. With every forward motion he paused to give Jak time to adjust. The kid wasn't the first shell-shocked warrior Sig had seen working through a flashback, and odds were high that he wouldn’t be the last, either. But it was always harder when it was somebody you knew and cared about.

"You cool if I just run my mouth for a minute?" Sig asked once he'd gotten within an arm's length of the boy. "That used to help your- that used to help Damas focus right after Mar got kidnapped. Just something to drown out all the noise in your head, that's what he called it. You don't even have to pay attention."

Jak was still tense and hypervigilant, but his ears perked up, rising from where they'd been pinned flat against his skull. It was the first sign of interest Sig had seen thus far, and he was taking it as a yes.

The big man settled into a more comfortable position and ran over a few ideas in his head.

"Did you know the first Spargans raised crocodogs as battle companions?" he began, "You've never seen a full-grown croc. Mar’s pup, Chopper? He's only three years old. He won't start getting bigger for another two years give or take. And man, he's gonna grow fast. They're big enough to take down a fully grown metalhead at about eight. By twelve, they're big enough for a man to ride into battle."

Jak shifted slightly to throw a curious glance at Sig. There were two points of light just barely visible in the center of his eyes -- that was more than Sig had been able to see a few minutes ago. He was starting to break out of it -- either that, or he was beginning to run low on dark eco. Sig kept talking.

"Once Spargans started using vehicles, they didn't ride crocs into battle anymore. We went further inland, away from their natural habitat. Felt cruel to take them that far into the desert, y'know? It just seemed like it was time to let that tradition go. We stopped raising them, and the wild ones keep to the islands off the coast for the most part. But a few younger ones still wander into the city from time to time. Matter of fact, not long after he first staggered half dead into the city, Damas found an orphaned crocodog in a kangarat trap."

He had barely been able to trade for enough food and water to last him a day, yet the newly exiled man had shared what he had with the wounded pup. That was where Sig’s mother had found him, huddled in an alley beside the dog. She had taken them both into her home and informed her son in a no-nonsense way that the refugee and the pup would both be staying.

"I think she knew he risked starvation to keep her alive," Sig mused, "Because once she got big enough to do some real damage, she turned into a real demon around everyone who wasn’t Damas. If you so much as looked sideways at him, Ghost was liable to take a chunk out of you."

Jak actually managed to force a smile at that. Sig wondered if he was thinking of Chopper, who already showed the same loyalty to both Jak and Mar.

"Does he still have Ghost?" Jak asked shakily.

His claws were beginning to recede now. Good, he was getting distracted enough for the dark eco to lose traction.

"He sure does." Sig snorted. "That demon dog lives in a sea cave under the city. If he'd put her anywhere else, she'd have eaten anybody who came near her pups."

He leaned forward, just a fraction. "Chopper is one of Ghost's pups. Bet you didn't know that. He was the runt. His sisters were all big and independent enough to hunt and survive without help after their first year. Chopper needed a little extra help. So Ghost brought Chopper to Damas."

"How did Mar get him?"

Sig actually laughed a little at that memory.

"Same way he finds anything: by poking around somewhere he's not supposed to be. Like somebody else I could mention."

He winked at Jak.

"Little Man thought he was big enough to follow his dad through town, down to the sea cave that day. Which is terrifying, because he was two, and there's a lot of steep ledges on the way down there. Of course, Ghost smelled him immediately and went all puppy-crazy. She got him by the back of the shirt and dropped him in her little nest, and once he saw Chopper, that was that."

The toddler had squealed with joy, thrown his arms around the runt's neck, and settled right down. While Damas had been busy having a miniature heart attack over how sneaky his son was, Mar had gotten cozy in the nest and ended up falling asleep. Ghost had been delighted, of course, that Her Human had finally brought his pup to introduce into their little pack. Enough that she wouldn't even let them leave until Damas had taken the hint and picked up the runt. Ghost needed some pup-free time to rest and hunt. It was high time Her Human did his share of the work around here!

At this part of the story, Jak let out a startled hoot of laughter. Mirth softened those sharklike eyes and crinkled them at the corners. Personally, Sig found the look very endearing.

Jak sighed and pulled his knees to his chest. He rested his arms across them and took in a long, slow, breath.

"I'm...glad," he rasped, "Chopper was...with Mar."

Tentatively, Sig reached out and patted the kid's back. "Me too."

"Glad...he still...has a family."

That made Sig wince. It wasn’t his story to tell, he knew that. But there was a wistfulness under that low growl that was tugging at his heart. He had to say something. It didn't feel right to let Jak go on thinking he was unwanted.

"You do too, if you want it," he said quietly.

"What?"

Sig swallowed hard and prayed for the right words. "Kid...I send a report back to Damas every day -- every day -- because he wants to know where you are, what you're doing, if you're okay. It's not just because you brought Mar home. He wants to know you, kid. He knows you're his kid's big brother. Now he wants to get to know you as Jak."

There was an air of naked disbelief around Jak, even as his skin slowly darkened from corpse-white to the warm brown that Sig was accustomed to. He didn't say anything, but as his sclera cleared, there was a look in his eyes that clearly said Don't tease me like that. Don't get my hopes up.

Not for the first time, Sig wished he could get ten minutes unsupervised in a room with the people who had filled Jak with such self-loathing.

"Hey." Sig edged a little closer and nudged Jak with his shoulder. "You've already got your foot in the door. Once you've run a couple work missions with the folks in Spargus, they accept you as one of their own pretty quick. City's only as strong as its weakest link, so once you're connected you look out for your fellow links. You know what I mean?"

Jak looked away and somewhat conspicuously swiped an arm across his face.

"Guess so."

Sig patted his arm. "C'mon. Race will be starting soon. You wanna go downstairs and watch Daxter kick tail on the racetrack?"

With a watery smile, Jak nodded. "...yeah."

[goat-slice-art]

Trick and Toon

[eggfruit]

Art Fight of my cool friend @goat-slice 's toon Crocodog! Love this weird hybrid freak of nature

[sophiejantak]

Crocodog! (page from a found field journal)