#punk hazard ship

[linlinsenpai]

I’m in a slump and only drawing bickering tsunderes can get me out of it.

Now I’m gonna go watch OPLA.

[strawhatdyke]

Dude is so sad his little twink not there

[dissvicious]

punk hazard sora watching party

[zorosweatybandana]

jealous sanji >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[berrybarry]

can you tell which op arc was my favorite

individual pictures below the cut

[beanghostprincess]

i don’t ship sanji x nami in canon but i thought of this concept last night when i was watching punk hazard: trans fem!sanji and nami. sanji falls for nami even more after the arc and she thanks nami for being one of the reasons she realized she was trans 🥺🩷

This is,, So sweet,, Because, okay, hear me out. Nami is still pissed at what happened in Punk Hazard, but Sanji right after that has the biggest gender realization in trans history: "Fuck, maybe Ivankov was right. Damn". And she admires Nami so much for her strength and brains and everything that her father kept saying women didn't have (which caused Sanji to have this very toxic idea of masculinity and what it means to be a man, yadda yadda yadda) and Nami's personality and body are exactly what Sanji wants to be. So it's not only that she falls even more for her, but now she sees her as the woman she wants to be, too. I think Transfem Sanji and Yamato would be great friends, tbh. Anyway! I think Nami is still pissed, so when Sanji mentions Punk Hazard again she starts getting defensive until she thanks her for being the woman she is. For being herself. Because being in her body made her realize the girl she truly is. And that just breaks Nami, honestly, because she was not expecting that. And they hug because I say they need to hug because I love Sanami hugs with a passion.

[kwiters-evil-lair]

TRAFALGAR LAW IS A LOSER ! —

this is rlly bad sorry ughhh. pls consider following me for more silly one piece art ^_^ !!

[yukia-chan14]

So...

Sanji gets hit with a devil fruit, a young girl appears on the ship who looks exactly like him.

[hauntingblue]

We got koby today.... tashigi could cut the hand like zoro did in dressrosa but we got koby today....

[chenziee]

Cigars, smoke, you, and I

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—————

Punk Hazard was a mess. It wasn’t like Smoker had expected any less; when he had followed the emergency call to the supposedly deserted island, he knew he would find something akin to a burning shipwreck of a situation, but this really was something else. 

Truly the kind of mess that only happened when Straw Hat was involved.

Smoker knew he should have locked that kid up all the way back in Logue Town.

“You look like you’re about to blow up like a pressure pot, White Chase-ya,” an amused voice said. “You really need to relax once in a while.”

Closing his eyes, Smoker took a deep breath as he prayed for patience. This asshole…

Smoker sighed as he turned around to glare at the young pirate. He was lounging on the couch that took up most of the small room—one of the last few intact ones in the remains of Caesar’s laboratory. The room that Smoker had claimed for his own just to get a damn break.

A break which he was apparently not going to ever get.

“What are you still doing here, Law?” Smoker asked in annoyance. “Get the hell off the island already.”

“Then tell your girl to take the kids and leave. Straw Hat-ya’s refusing to set sail before then.” Law shrugged, leaning further back into the couch as if he belonged there.

Smoker rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Why did he suffer this guy? As if Straw Hat wasn’t bad enough…

“I’m going to kick you out,” Smoker growled.

Law snorted, his lips curling into that insufferable smirk of his. “You’re welcome to try.”

Clicking his tongue, Smoker looked away. There was no point to this; Law made it perfectly clear he wasn’t about to leave and if Smoker were to be honest… he didn’t really want him to leave either. He would sooner tell Straw Hat he believed he would become the Pirate King than admit it but something in Law’s demeanour, his eyes, the way he talked—not to mention the whole thing with Vergo… it worried Smoker.

Something was going on, something deeper than Law was letting on, and Smoker wasn’t sure what to do about it.

How ridiculous; it wasn’t like they were dating or anything. Sure, they may have fucked a few times since Law became a Warlord, maybe got drunk together a few times more, and maybe Tashigi got a bit confused about it all, but Law was a pirate. Warlord or not, he was still an outlaw, and he certainly didn’t need Smoker to worry about him.

He was likely to lose his Warlord status within the week anyway; then Smoker was finally free to arrest him like he deserved.

“Are you done doing mental gymnastics over there?” Law asked, not even bothering to hide his amusement.

“Fuck off,” Smoker groaned, before taking his jacket off and tossing it on the coffee table next to the couch.

Smoker heaved a sigh, walking over to loom over Law; the pirate simply looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, the goddamned cocky smirk still on his face. It was making Smoker’s blood boil, stirring something up inside him—and he was sure that was exactly what Law was trying to do. To piss him off, to rile him up, to manipulate him into finally snapping. Smoker hated it… and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to walk away.

Instead, he was drawn to the man, to the pirate, the scum of the world. Like a damn fool.

He hated Law for it. He hated himself for it.

But even so…

“You’re going to drive me insane,” Smoker muttered as he leaned over the couch, placing one of his knees in between Law’s legs, forcing them apart.

Law didn’t say anything; only his smirk widened as tattooed fingers danced over the naked skin of Smoker’s chest, making goosebumps rise wherever they touched, a shiver running up Smoker’s spine.

Clicking his tongue once more, Smoker grabbed Law’s chin, forcing him to look at him. There was a cheeky, victorious spark in Law’s gaze, one that pissed Smoker off to no end. He narrowed his eyes at him, his expression twisting into a scowl.

That only seemed to amuse Law even more. “You seem a bit frustrated, White Chase-ya. Something wrong?”

How Smoker wanted to just snap his neck…

A growl escaping him, Smoker finally moved in—their lips crashing together.

The kiss was far from sweet; it was rough, full of energy and conflicting emotions. Lips moving with practised ease but not gentle, with teeth nipping painfully, hair being pulled. It was a kiss of passion, of lust—a physical thing. Feelings meant nothing—they were something Smoker refused to let enter this strange relationship of theirs.

After all, there was nothing here. He was a marine, Law was a pirate.

What use were feelings for?

Law would laugh in his face if he said that out loud. He would tease him mercilessly with an irritating smirk on his face, even while his eyes would have this stupidly soft look in them. Then he would tell Smoker to stop lying to himself.

Maybe he would be right. But Smoker knew better than to entertain those thoughts. He was already in too deep. Letting himself fall any deeper…

That would be plain insanity.

—————

Taking a long drag of his cigars, Smoker sighed. Once again, he found himself in this situation. How many times had it been until now? How many times had he ended up lying in a bed—or a couch in this case—, smoking his cigars with a warm body curled up against him?

He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

It didn’t really matter at this point anymore either. He could only give up and resign himself to his fate of having a giant goddamned cat sprawled in between his legs and using his chest like a fucking pillow.

“What are you thinking about?” said cat asked quietly.

Smoker blew out the smoke from his lungs, taking a moment to reply. What was he thinking about? “Wondering how the fuck I got here, I guess.”

“Chasing after Straw Hat-ya, I imagine,” Law noted with amusement and Smoker just knew that fucking smirk was back on his face.

“You know damn well that’s not what I meant,” Smoker sighed. He didn’t even have the energy to get angry anymore.

He had expected Law would jump on the opportunity to tease him but when he only hummed noncommittally, Smoker couldn’t help but frown, looking at him questioningly. But of course, he couldn’t see his face; only the mess of dark blue hair resting against Smoker’s chest was visible. Smoker wondered what kind of expression Law was wearing right then. And what he was thinking about in that moment.

“Oi, Law—” Smoker started, but then stopped himself. He wasn’t even sure what he was about to ask, or what he was going to say.

Law didn’t acknowledge Smoker’s words, didn’t ask what they were supposed to mean. He didn’t say anything, nor did he move at all—not until he craned his head back, gazing up at Smoker with an unreadable look in his eyes before he reached out with his hand…

And then, Smoker could only watch, completely stunned, as Law grabbed one of his cigars, taking it straight out of Smokers mouth and bringing it to his own lips, taking a drag. As he exhaled, the smoke slowly rolled past his lips, swirling in the air gently, almost beautifully.

It felt like with the smoke, Law was letting something else out.

“Since when do you smoke?” Smoker asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t,” Law replied simply, only to take yet another drag.

Smoker was silent for a moment, considering Law who suddenly seemed so small against him. There were a million things Smoker wanted to ask, like ‘Are you okay?’ or something equally stupid. But he couldn’t say that. Didn’t know how.

And so, he said the next best thing. “Shouldn’t you be choking then?”

Law snorted, his hand that wasn’t holding the cigar rising to casually give Smoker the finger. Truly an asshole in every situation…

“‘I don’t! doesn’t mean ‘I never tried’. Nor does it mean I don’t know how to,” Law said.

His voice was full of sarcastic amusement, teasing Smoker… but it felt empty, heavy. Like Law was somewhere else and not here and now, in this room with Smoker. He was somewhere far away, out of Smoker’s reach, even though he was making himself perfectly comfortable in his arms. Somehow… he was slipping away from Smoker’s grasp despite his warmth being everything Smoker could feel.

Without even realising it, Smoker wrapped his arms around Law’s stomach, pulling him close. He could feel his chest rising; when he placed his hand over his heart, he could feel it beating. And yet, it still didn’t feel like Law was there.

“Just what are you planning?” Smoker asked, barely audible.

Law huffed, shooting a quick look at Smoker. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Vice-Admiral?”

Smoker rolled his eyes. Now the asshole remembered Smoker’s position—even if it were simply to deflect the issue. “You know damn well I can’t arrest you, Warlord.”

Law laughed at that, the small movement shaking Smoker to the core. “Touche. But how long will I still have that status, hm?” Law asked, even though it didn’t sound like he was waiting for an answer.

“Seems like that bit doesn’t matter to you,” Smoker muttered.

“I got what I wanted.” Law shrugged as he brought Smoker’s cigar back to his lips. “I broke the cogs.”

“Don’t lie.” Smoker knew there was no point to this conversation. He knew Law wouldn’t explain, wouldn’t give him any more to go on than he already did. But that didn’t stop Smoker from continuing even so. “It might be a cog for Straw Hat’s purpose but not for you. You just wanted to piss Doflamingo off. What is it you want from the guy?”

Law didn’t answer him. Nor did Smoker expect him to.

They sat together in silence, Smoker’s arms tightening around Law, as if he was scared he would slip away for real—and Law let him. He took a deep breath, holding it in for a second… then exhaled slowly, his whole body relaxing into Smoker.

For a moment… nothing else mattered.

They sat in silence until their cigars burned out.

—————

“Where are they?!”

Smoker barely moved a muscle at the enraged shout. Somehow, it was really damn satisfying seeing Doflamingo of all people losing his composure, letting his emotions show. Smoker was used to seeing the Warlord with that unreadable, everpreset grin—as if nothing mattered to him, as if he was above it all; as if he was controlling everything like the world itself was tied to his stupid strings.

But now, nothing was going as he wanted it to and Smoker had to silently commend Law for driving this man into a corner like this.

“Where the hell did those damned kids go? Smoker!”

Meeting Doflamingo’s gaze, Smoker’s mind flashed to his conversation with Law earlier. SAD. Green Bit. Dressrosa. Joker. Cigars. Smoke.

None of it made any sense but Smoker did know one thing.

“I have no idea… Joker. They slipped away. I’ll have to answer to Vice Admiral Vergo for that one.”

Law told him where he was going for a reason. Even if he were simply using Smoker for his own purpose that way, he trusted that Smoker would do something with that information.

The least Smoker could do right now was to not disappoint that trust.

[caesarsprincess]

My self shipping problems:

- the fact that he isn't real, and I can never touch him

- the fact that another person is trying to claim him

- the fact that he is called problematic

- the fact that antis will hate us because of our age difference of 21 and 55

- the fact that fictophilia is taboo, and I don't have any friends to talk to about this subject

- the fact that even ODA hates him and wants him dead

- the fact that I'm unable to draw despite having all kinds of ideas and scenarios in my head

- the fact that one piece is not popular in my country

- the fact that english is not my first language

- the fact that I'm poor AF and merch is too expensive

[solcarow]

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[hellzfire]

probably a stupid ash question but arent law and luffy related

[caesarsprincess]

✍️ - I think I would be considered a villain's sidekick and therefore a villainous character purely based on my relationship with Caesar.

📝 - I have an AU where the events of the Punk Hazard arc never happened. I live with Caesar on his secret research facility on Punk Hazard. He is fiercely possessive of me. And even though he likes being feared and admired in the criminal underworld, he loathes the thought of having fangirls imagining themselves married to him. He's already taken, but he prefers to keep it hidden, since he thinks that openly showing romantic feelings is a sign of weakness.

🤪 - The fanon would greatly exaggerate my simping for Caesar and dislike of his other admirers. They would view me as extremely possessive and complicit in Caesar's war crimes.

🥰 - Someone who loved me would portray me in a more nuanced way, but still as someone who admires Caesar uncritically.

😡 - Haters would portray me as immature/delulu/a damsel in distress

👯‍♀️ - There is really no canon character in One Piece that is similar to me, but I am quite similar to Prushka in Made in Abyss, if she was a lover instead of a daughter.

🌦 - A little bit of both, but there would be a LOT of hurt/comfort fics.

🏷 - I was considering Caesarxsalad, but that was too cheesy. Caesarxsally is a bit too generic. I prefer to stick to the 🍬💉 emoji combo.

❤️ - Would be one of those pairings where the fact that it's almost confirmed makes it unpopular/an easy choice among some fans. It would definitely be considered problematic because of the age gap. If Oda had written it, he would get lots of death threats :(

💞 - People would ship me with Monet I think.

☕️ - Fluff, slice of life, bdsm smut, and angst. Basically a wide variety of genres.

🛏 - SFW: Enemies to lovers, fantasy AU, practical jokes. NSFW: aphrodisiac, tummy kink, bondage, medical experimentation.

🪐 - Crack AU in an isekai universe with Caesar as a demon lord alchemist and me as a familiar.

💘 - People would like the ship because they find the dynamic fascinating. The age gap, the power dynamic, ect.

🙈 - People would like it when Caesar acts as a soft Master-caregiver, taking care of his good girl. Antis would hate it because of the age gap and the power dynamic. And because Caesar is a criminal scientist.

🎞 - His headpats and praise: "You're such a good girl for Master~".

💌 - I have a feeling that people would portray it as abusive for no reason.

👀 - I don't know...

‘Imagine Your S/I Was Canon…’ Self-Ship Asks

✍️: Overall, how does the fandom trait you? Are you a beloved character, or hated? Are you popular, or a minor side character? Anything in between?

📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

🤪: What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

🥰: How would someone who loved you portray you?

😡: How would someone who hated you portray you?

👯: What canon character are you most similar to?

🌦️: Would you be accompanied by mostly fluff or angst fanfics? Both? Explain why.

🏷️: What is you and your f/o’s ship name?

❤️: How popular is you x your f/o? Are you a rarepair?

💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?

☕️: What are the most common plots of shipping fics between you and your f/o?

🛌: What tropes show up in fics involving your ship?

🪐: What would be your most popular AU and why?

💘: Why would people love your ship? Why would people dislike your ship? How might it start debates?

🙈: Why would your ship be thought of as cute/fluffy? Why would your ship be considered problematic?

🎞️: What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

💌: How would your dynamic be portrayed? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?

👀: How does your ship with your f/o influence both of your characterisations and the world? Would there be any interesting metas written about your dynamic?

[hauntingblue]

ONIGASHIMA TIME!!!!

[caesarsprincess]

This is kind of a long one. My hands just wants to write, so they treat any question I come across as a prompt.

Caesar Clown is a subordinate of Doflamingo, who often acts harsh towards him when he isn't getting satisfying results. It often escalates into physical violence, with Caesar as the receiving end. Doflamingo is quite the controlling person towards Caesar. This is often interpreted as a romantic relationship between them, but nothing could be further from the truth. Caesar relies on Doflamingo for the survival of his scientific operations on Punk Hazard, but Doflamingo is not above using blackmailing and manipulation to keep Caesar in check.

I see bruises and scrapes of hin basically every time he has been away for buisness meetings. And Caesar always tells me that he tolerates it for the sake of science, and for the grants he will receive. He wants to be the nr. 1 scientist, but he has to tolerate being someone's subordinate to further his career, even when being ordered around is against his true nature.

Then, when he feels the most frustrated, he lets out his darkest desires on me. Everything they did to him, he did to me. The difference is that I go trough all of it willingly, for the sake of the tiny amount of sanity still left in his deranged mind. When he uses me as a willing participant, an unwilling human is spared. The exception is when the act inevitably gets deadly, such as with certain experimental procedures. He prefers not to talt to me about those.

Safe to say, he's got a lot of bruises, but fortunately his scientific knowledge makes him able to treat them himself.

How often do your F/O(s) get hurt/bruises/scrapes? How does it go trying to take care of them? Do they try and protest if you try to give them any ointments or such? Or do they not hesitate to come to you and ask you to kiss them better? Do yall maybe have some fun/silly bandaids that yall use for these sorts of things?