#smoshigi

[nellietrelawney]

Smoker and Tashigi because there isn’t enough content of them. Might color this later, who knows.

[ringdabel]

My thoughts on OP ships except I’m being 100% honest (P.3)

SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE HEROINES ONE PIECE NOVEL

*LawBepo

- I don’t know about you but to me I’m neutral about it, if you ship this, good for you! If you don’t then okay!

- I do think it’s a cute ship though with their interactions, relationship between the two, etc..

- And it actually MAKE SENSE

- Like hear me out, Law would actually marry a polar bear because of how much of a freak he is and considering he’s a pirate, he wouldn’t care if other people think it’s weird, at least he has his fluffy boyfriend.

- I draw these two a lot in my sketchbooks, like every single one just HAD to have Law and Bepo together or else those sketchbooks are not mine

- he has a soft spot for Bepo, definitely Bepo. He hates everyone and everyone but his crew, Corazon and BEPO.

-In the SBS, Oda did tell us about how Law met Bepo (with Penguin and Shachi), at that time Law was a kid along with the three others so that means Law and Bepo knew each other since they were children and are super close.

- FUNFACT : You know how Law hates Umeboshi right? Well Bepo likes eating it with onigiri pretty much! I like to imagine that if someone ever gift Law some onigiri with umeboshi inside, he will give them to Bepo.

*Smoshigi

- Small girl with her gigantic DILF (idk what that means but I think it’s fitting).

- it’s the size difference isn’t it?

- I like their chemistry a lot! It’s pretty cute in my opinion.

- for some people, a 10 year age gap is too much (Shigi is 23, Smoky is 36, so that means it’s 13 year age gap then) but they’re both adults so I guess it’s legal? I mean Rayleigh and his wife has a 10 year age gap and they’re old now-

- this might be controversial but… Smoshigi is better than Zoshigi or Lawshigi in my PERSONAL OPINION.

Zoro is confirmed to have no interest in women by Oda and for Law i don’t think he’d date her or even taken interest in her in general.

(I telling all this like a hater I’m so sorry I don’t mean to sound like one DDDX!! If you ship Zoshigi or Lawshigi it’s totally fine and valid! It’s just my opinion!)

*Sanami

- MY FAV SHIP!!!!! I love them so much they’re so cute!!! <3333333333

- Theres this one part of the OP stage actors and actresses like an event or something?? And I saw a video of these two where basically Sanji is being a simp as always, drops on one knee and like hold out his hand to Nami

Nami holds his hand then blows him a kiss!!!!! IT MADE HIM STARTED BREAKDANCING ITS HONESTLY SO CUTE AGSHSVHSHSHSHWHHSHW

- They’re the DEFINITION of GIRLBOSS MALEWIFE FRFR!!! No 🧢!!!!!!

- wait did I already put this ship in part 1 or part 2? Man idc anymore I just genuinely LOVE this ship!! If it becomes canon I will become happy! (Even though it’s highly unlikely it’s fine!)

- I just love their moments together you know? When I was young I always wanted the two of them to kiss a lot, I have never change at all 😈

- Like look at the sad French man! How can you not kiss him!?!?!?! He makes you desserts you really like, compliments and swoons at you everyday, cooks for you, loves you for who you are, patient and will listen to you whenever you have a bad day, shows affection to you, a gentleman, IN A SUIT, ALSO WEARS AN APRON AS WELL, Respects you, etc… etc… he’s the only French I like <333/j

- They’re also both good with kids and have a soft spot for them! Oda stated that if Nami is ever kind to someone it’s women and Children, for Sanji he always has a motherly nature surrounding him, his interactions with the DK crew proves this!!!

- AGH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! IM DYING!!!

*KozaVivi

- a HUGGGGEEE fan of childhood friends to lovers trope <3333333333

- I love these two a lot, I ship them a lot TOO! I want them to have more interactions!

- in the Heroines novel, I just love Vivi’s episode with Koza and the love letter (NO CONTEXT HEHEHE 😈) it’s so so so SOOO sweet it’s giving me diabetes

Like it’s so funny, full of sweetness and wholesomeness! I love them!

- I wish these two would be canon… if not it’s fine as well… because I have another ship up my sleeve… *takes out hand*

[gellavonhamster]

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One Piece || Smoker/Tashigi || set after Punk Hazard ao3 link rus || ao3 link eng

Halfway there, he realized that if he didn’t stop then, soon he’d fall down and wouldn’t get up anymore. So he had to rest against the wall and spend some time standing there, inhaling and exhaling steadily. It was unclear what made it harder to breathe, dizziness or fury.

The two petty officers that were passing by slowed down the pace.

“Hello, sir!”

Usually a nod is response was enough. This time, however, he must’ve looked as shitty as he felt, because the petty officers exchanged hesitant glances.

“Are they letting you get up already?” one of them asked.

Smoker summoned up all the strength he had left, straightened his back, and stared at the speaker.

“They are,” he said forcefully. “Are you a doctor now, Burke?”

Burke drew himself up; his companion, whose name Smoker couldn’t remember, try as he might, did likewise.

“No, sir.”

“Perhaps you’d like to go and teach our doctors how to do their jobs?”

“No, sir.”

“Great. Dismissed.”

As soon as they disappeared around the corner, he leaned against the wall again.

They let him get up, of course. They let him walk. Admittedly, to the window and back, so that he would smoke there and not at the other patients. But the doctors at G-5 had the same problem with discipline as the rest of the personnel. He didn’t have to wait for too long for all the medical staff to sneak away on some outside-of-duty business. He would’ve given them a rap on the knuckles in any other situation, but not this time. The rest of the wounded were dozing when he left.

There were not so many wounded after Punk Hazard. The number of fatalities was larger.

His destination was a nook at the end of the corridor, which housed a hot plate and a little cabinet containing tea, coffee, and rows of identical grey mugs. Smoker has no idea what kind of tea they kept there. Normally, he drank coffee, and made it in his and Tashigi’s office, but he couldn’t go there at the moment. Or rather, he had to go there, but later.

If he didn’t pass out on the way.

His own lack of strength filled him with rage. After that failure of a fight with Doflamingo, which made him feel like an egg in an egg slicer, he was all covered in thin scars that kept opening up here and there for the first few days. By now they were already healing, but the ever-present pain was still there, just less intense. Painkillers helped, until they didn’t. That could not have been more inconvenient at the time when the entire base had come under his command, and on top of that, had become a temporary home to a pack of brats they had to ship to Vegapunk. When Tashigi dropped by the infirmary that morning, she mentioned she was trying to contact the families to inform them that their missing children had been found, were in the care of the Marines, and were to return home in the near future if all went well. What made the task more difficult was that some kids couldn’t really explain where they were from. Where do you live? With Mama. And what’s the name of the island? I dunno. Can you describe it? It has those trees, and a beach. All in all, that was not the time to lie up.

A separate, particularly virulent sort of rage came from realizing just how much he fucked up. Serving under a spy for two years and having no damn clue. Throwing his lot with pirates again – that crazy kid must think they’re bosom friends at this point. Losing to that vile cackling kingling in pink feathers, a government-sanctioned thug, an asshole drunk on impunity. If not for Kuzan, he would have stayed there, in the snow. And until he was back on duty, he was going to be of as much use as he would have been if he had. Dammit.

Alright. Tea. The only kind available in the cabinet was black tea, and the sugar bowl was empty save for a few grains, but as far as he remembered, Tashigi took her tea unsweetened, just like her coffee (that is, the right way, in his opinion). Could use some honey, on the other hand, but the rations of the Marines obviously didn’t include any. Now he had to carry the mug to the office – once again, without passing out on the way. Ideally, without spilling the drink.

Knocking on the door of his own office would’ve been weird, so Smoker didn’t do that.

It took him some time to spot Tashigi behind a barricade of documents on the desk. Thick dusty folders, some boxes full of papers. He could only hope that it occurred to her to put some of the personnel to carrying that crap here and she didn’t lug it all by herself. She didn’t even hear the door open, so engrossed she was in reading some file. Had he been healthy, he might have waited for her to notice him. Might have lingered at the doorway watching her work and fiddle with the corner of the page and occasionally adjust her glasses, not because they slid off but simply by force of habit. However, no matter how embarrassing it was to admit it, he needed to sit down badly.

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

Tashigi jerked her head up. Blinked a couple of times. And sprang from her seat as if something stung her.

“Sir? What are you doing here?”

“What, is it not my office anymore?”

“You know very well what I’m talking about! Weren’t you told…” and she broke down coughing, quaking with it, even hunching over. Smoker came closer and put the tea on the desk next to Tashigi’s personal mug, its bottom dark with the leftover coffee grounds. 

“Brought you some hot tea,” he said.

He made that coffee mug himself. That must’ve been her fourth, he reckoned. Tashigi, with the clumsiness characteristic of her, broke each mug eventually, and got so upset about it every time as if she had caused him a terrible offence. He just shrugged and made a new one. That suited him fine, relieving him of the need to figure out what to do with the results of another evening at the potter’s wheel. Besides, working with clay was easier when he knew who was going to get the thing he was making.

Tashigi looked up at him. Up close, it was impossible not to notice her unhealthy pallor and dark circles under her eyes. Her neck was wrapped in a shaggy blue scarf.

“You’ve lost your mind,” and then, flustered, “thank you.”

Smoker sank on a chair next to her desk. He took the cigar case and the lighter out of his pocket, then cast a sidelong glance at Tashigi and put them back, not without regret – sure enough, she was used to constant smoke, but normally she wasn’t constantly coughing. Tashigi sat down too, touched the tea mug and immediately hissed and pressed her hand to her lips, having scalded herself.

“Told you it’s hot.”

“Yes, I… I see. Why are you doing this? You can’t leave the infirmary yet.”

“Can’t bear listening to you cough anymore. Like some damn miner.”

“I’m taking care of it.”

“Yeah, sure you are. I know you. Bet you’re forcing yourself to work nonstop. You’re gonna get all the brats sick.”

“I don’t think it’s contagious,” she took a sip carefully. Looked at him over her glasses. “I just caught a cold, that’s all. A bad cold.”

Shit. Well, sooner or later one of them was bound to bring that up. Sooner must be better. In a way, that was why he came here.

“You could do with some cold training,” he couldn’t help muttering. Tashigi slammed the mug down on the desk, spilling tea on the documents she was reading.

“You know what, you could train all you want, but it still won’t prepare you for someone else running around naked in your body in the freezing cold.”

“Don’t twist it round, Tashigi. Unbuttoning a shirt isn’t running naked.”

“In winter and for normal people, it is!” Oh, now she was definitely angry, eyes glittering with outrage or fever – trust her to work with a fever – or both. A couple of years back she wouldn’t have dared to tell him off like that, even for a good reason. She was still polite and shy, but now she could also bite. Hold her own. And good thing that she could. When she inevitably outgrows him and gets promoted, he won’t have to worry. At the same time, even her anger had something cute about it. Like a tiny bird – a sparrow or a swallow or something – threatening to peck him to death. “And how dared you take off my, my…”

“Your what?”

“My bra!” she spat out crossly, and flushed red. Before he met Tashigi, Smoker had no idea people were able to blush as often and as hard for any reason whatsoever. He could’ve assumed it was some peculiarity of her organism, but then goddamned Trafalgar Law switched their minds, and he had to witness her redden in the exact same way while in his body. Now he knew what he looked like with a maidenly blush on his cheeks – like a laughingstock. And the entire first unit of G-5 now knew it too. Fucking great. “What did you do with it?”

“Tore it off and threw it away!” he raised his voice to match hers. Bloody hell, were there any limits to how red that woman could get?

Tashigi glowered at him and opened her mouth to say something, but hunched over in a coughing fit again, and covered the bottom of her face with the tip of her scarf. She was shaking violently, far too violently for her fragile form. Granted, that fragility was misleading, and he didn’t need to swap bodies with her to know it; they trained together all the time, and he’d seen her in combat. But he could see she was struggling. He couldn’t help her in any way, yet he leaned forward on instinct, wishing to… hell if he knew what to do. And he winced when sharp pain pierced his ribcage, one of his worst wounds making its presence felt.

Tashigi lowered the scarf, and Smoker saw that it was not cough she was shaking with anymore, but laughter.

“Looks like we’re both… falling apart,” she spoke hoarsely. There were tears in her eyes, but no pain; no more anger, either.

“Tell me about it, Captain.”

Tashigi gave him a sad smile, took her glasses off, and wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. Reflexively, she reached for a wrong mug, then remembered it was empty and took another. Smoker glanced at the coffee mug abstractedly. At its bottom, like at the bottom of its broken predecessors – all but the very first one – there was an outline of a little bird traced in clay, a very simple one, like a child’s drawing. He wasn’t much of a painter. Tashigi must’ve thought he drew these birds on all his ceramics. He never explained, and she never asked.  

He sighed grimly.

“Actually, you’re right,” he admitted. “I should’ve been more careful. Should’ve kept in mind it wasn’t my body. It’s my fault you caught a cold.”

“You could’ve said that when I came to visit you again, instead of dragging yourself here with that tea. Since you don’t feel well.”

“No, I couldn’t. And I’m fine. I feel better here,” he wasn’t even lying. That single jab of pain aside, he could swear he felt better as soon as he entered the room and sat down across from her. “I am sorry.”

Tashigi took another sip and put the mug down.

“All right, I forgive you. Apology accepted.” It was probably intended to be a proud, affected smile, but it still came out sincere. “Forgive you the cold, that is. I don’t even know about the bra. Why did you tear it? Do you know how much they cost? More than T-shirts.”

“Want me to buy you a new one, huh?”

She grew embarrassed. “I d-don’t think that would be appropriate,” she stammered out.

“Mm-hmm. That’s why it was a joke”

“Oh. Right,” she adjusted her glasses nervously. Whatever she imagined a second ago, she kept it to herself. Whatever he couldn’t help imagining when she blurted that out, he kept it to himself as well.

“Mind if I smoke?”

She gave him a perplexed stare.

“No, I don’t believe that you’re feeling fine. Since when do you ask for permission?”

“Since you started coughing. Don’t worry, it won’t become a habit.”

“Then knock yourself out.”

The smoke from two cigars at once began to stream towards the ceiling.

“I tore it because it was uncomfortable. Who knew it was only gonna get worse,” he grimaced. No, he’s always has enough brains to realize that women weren’t wearing those things for the aesthetic only, but he had no idea that it literally hurt when it all jiggled. Tashigi smiled with the corner of her lips; must’ve thought he had it coming. Well, yeah, that wasn’t wrong. A minor payback for letting her body catch cold, but a payback nonetheless.

“You could’ve just undressed and unhooked it,” she pointed out. Smoker shook his head.

“There was no time or place to undress. And I didn’t want to… touch your body like that,” he said. “That would’ve been rotten of me.”

“And you said you couldn’t keep in mind it was mine,” Tashigi said quietly. Something changed in her gaze, but he couldn’t begin to interpret it.

“Well, I noticed,” he hesitated, “some things.”

“Such as?”

Of course he noticed. Except that there was no time to pause to think about it on Punk Hazard – they were all too busy trying to stop Caesar, stop Vergo, save the kids, and not get killed in the process. It was later, in the sick bay, half in delirium, that he thought back on the delicate skin under his fingertips and resigned to the awareness that yes, it was her. He touched her, and he could no longer forget what it felt like. He pinned her hair up so that it didn’t get into his eyes, and now, when he looked at her and saw that a strand or two have got out of her ponytail, his hands remembered: like silk. He wanted to reach out and tuck that errand strand behind her little ear. Wanted it even more than ever before. He clenched his fists.       

As to that whole thing with the bra – ha, wouldn’t he have liked it if the only thing he remembered was the way it was uncomfortable to run with breasts bouncing at every step, not the fact that those were her breasts. Oh, he had some ideas on other, much more pleasant circumstances in which they could bounce like that, but he wasn’t going to think about that when she was sitting in front of him. Sometime later. He didn’t touch her body more than was unavoidable when he was trapped in it, but he was no saint.

He shrugged.

“Short height. Shitty eyesight. Stuff like that.” Again, he wasn’t even lying, because how do you not notice that? Especially the height – he couldn’t have imagined what it was like, having to look up at almost everyone. “Not having the Devil Fruit powers was a bummer, too. Like I lost a hand.”

“And I gained an extra one,” Tashigi grinned. Judging by her face, she suddenly remembered something – and her cheeks turned pink once more. “And now I know why you never button up. No smoke without fire, right? You’re very hot. I mean… to the touch.”

Smoker chuckled. She positively had a talent for innocently phrasing things in… an interesting manner. 

“What, now you want one too? The Devil Fruit?”

“No. It’s such a lottery, isn’t it? You can become invincible, or you can learn how to turn into, I don’t know, a sloth. I’d rather keep practicing my Haki. And swordsmanship, of course. I have to become stronger than… the others.” She pressed her lips together stubbornly, and Smoker thought he knew at least one specific swordsman she wanted to surpass.

She was always trying to get stronger. To prove to the world that she was worth something – as a Marine, as a warrior, as a captain. That was why he hadn’t gone easy on her ever since she entered the service under his command; you couldn’t afford to relax if you wanted no one to doubt your prowess, and she couldn’t afford it twice as much. He remembered what it used to be like for Hina – not that he had to explain that to Tashigi. Female Marines were not uncommon, and it was considered that total equality had been achieved in that matter, but in reality, an officer was more likely to be taken seriously if that officer was a big man, not a pretty young lady.

The actual stance of the Marines on many issues differed from the official one. For example, sexual relationships between subordinates and commanders were against the regulations, but in practice were rarely condemned – unless they were used as a pretext if anyone involved had high-ranking ill-wishers. Barring that, such things were discussed with knowing grins, and no one ever said anything to the culprits’ faces. Only behind their backs. If it came to light that a girl was sleeping with her commanding officer, no one would stop saying hello to her, it’s just that many people would secretly start thinking her either a naïve little fool unable to say no, or a calculating bitch sleeping her way up the ranks. There were certain words to describe such girls, and if she happened to make some enemies, those words would make themselves known.

He couldn’t risk everything she had achieved and would still achieve. She could bite all right, but she hadn’t yet grown a shell for such words to ricochet off. And he was responsible for her as her immediate superior and mentor. If she served under someone else and mentioned that her commander had started making unambiguous advances to her, he would’ve told her: it’s a bad fucking idea. The fact that he was that commander changed nothing.

“You will,” he assured her. “But first let’s get you back on your feet. You won’t get far if you keep coughing your lungs out.”

Tashigi shook her head. “I can’t believe you of all people are giving me lung-related advice,” she murmured. She finished her tea, put the mug on the desk, and fixed her eyes on him. “Fine. I’ll go to the infirmary right away and ask the doctors for something for my throat.”

“That’s the spirit.”

“And you’ll come with me and go back to bed.”

“I told you I feel better here.”

“Yeah, right. Like you would admit if you didn’t. I know you. Sir, if you keep exerting yourself too much, you won’t get better for quite some time. And I need you,” she turned pink again but held his gaze when their eyes met. If anything, he sensed some sort of challenge in her gaze. That was the last thing he needed. “I mean, there’s so much work and you’re the base commander now and…”

“Alright,” he interrupted her. He couldn’t take that staring game now for health reasons – yes, precisely for health reasons. A bad fucking idea, he reminded himself. Bad, and yet so tempting. “A day or two I can afford. But not more.”

She beamed at him, and he rolled his eyes and looked away, making an effort not to smile back.

[baby-xemnas]

i want them to smash so bad

[mushroomgrenade]

Some more one piece doodle pile

Doffy icon drew for @opdilfzine

[alkanetart]

Tashigi-centric sticker set (also available separately)

Tashigi Tashigi & Zoro Tashigi & Smoker

[waterproof1995]

Smoshigi's little family

[madamesmoke]

This is amazing.

Now imagine that with your OTP.

[kidhadochirashirusu]

OP asks

I couldn’t get into my OP Tumblr so I’m just gonna post it on that one =_= @harudnae​ and OMG it took me literaly hours to fill that >_>

⛵️ - Fave pirate ship? (like boat ship)

The Moby Dick : it’s huge, and it’s a damn whale, what’s not to love ?

🔫 - Fave canon arc?

Punk Hazard : I was hesitating between this one and Fishman Island, but damn there’s Law, Smoker as an ally, so much LawLu going on and let’s not forget about Smoshigi ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

🚽 - Least favorite canon arc?

Davy Back Fight

💩 - Least favorite character? (in general)

Blackbeard, just go and die (ಠ_ಠ)┌∩┐

🙅 - Least favorite Straw Hat?

Hmm I’ll have to say Franky, not because I don’t like him but he’s probably the one I can relate to the least

😀 - Most favorite Straw Hat?

Zoro

😍 - OTP?

LawLu

💀 - NOTP?

Any ship with a villain basically, but the WORST I’ve seen was Blackbeard x Ace, like WTF-- (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

🙇 - A headcanon about <insert character>

Law : he’s into BDSM, you can’t tell me otherwise 

☠ - Fave pirate symbol?

Sun Pirates, because of its origin

🏰 - Fave marine?

Smoker

❌ - Least fave marine?

Akainu  ಠ_ಠ

👾 - Fave villain?

Buggy

🎾 - Fave battle?

Luffy punching Saint Charlos at the auction in Sabaody

😭 - Saddest scene?

When Ace dies  ಥ﹏ಥ

😆 - Funniest scene?

When Luffy makes Smoker collide into Ace because so much meme xD

😜 - Funniest character?

Zoro because he’s so dense sometimes XD - I’ll just leave your own response because I agree 100%

😳 - Any crushes?

SO MANY ! In no particular order : Ben Beckmann, Zoro, Ace, Buggy, Kidd, Mihawk, Smoker, and maybe a few more...

👌 - Fave character design?

Ace as a kid  ✿♥‿  ♥✿

🃏 - Who has the Best Hat? (the true question)

Buggy, because of the hair trick he does with it

🖍 - Fave filler arc?

Little East Blue because of the wax statues (boy I wish I had one...) - and the few episodes we get with Ace in the desert of Alabasta (there’s not listed as a filler arc but it’s not in the manga, so.... Meh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

🗡 - Least fave filler arc?

Foxy’s return, it was just soooo useless ! Actually, the whole character is useless, sorry Oda but really, I just hate him.

🆚 - Sub or dub?

Sub only, no matter the anime

☯️ - Anime or manga?

Anime because you get to hear their voices, tehehe  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

⏰ - How long have you been into One Piece?

I have no idea, probably about 5 years ? 

🍎 - Fave Devil Fruit power?

Goro Goro no Mi (Enel’s Devil Fruit)

🍏 - Would you eat a Devil Fruit if you had the chance to?

Yes definitely ! I want the Goro Goro no Mi, or the Kaze Kaze no Mi (wind devil fruit)

🐼 - Fave side character?

Silvers Rayleigh

☔️ - Scene that made you cry the most? (not necessarily the saddest scene)

Ace’s and Whitebeard’s death

🌧 - Saddest backstory?

Law and Cora-san

😎 - Funniest joke?

Brook’s asking ladies to show their panties (I know it’s probably not a joke to him but whatever it’s just too funny), then his skull jokes

😱 - Most attractive character?

ACE ! Too much handsomeness ! Such charm !

😐 - Most annoying character?

Foxy and Bellamy

😕 - Scariest character?

Blackbeard 

👍 - Most powerful Devil Fruit power?

Either the Yami Yami no Mi (Blackbeard’s Devil Fruit) or Kaido’s

🗣 - Got any theories for how it’s all gonna end?

There’s definitely gonna be a huge war like never before, that will lead the world into a completely new era of freedom, lead by Luffy as Pirate King

👏 - Fave techniques of <insert character>

Zoro : Ittoryu Daishikan (the attack used against Monet)

🙏 - Favorite episode?

Episodes 517 and 518 when the Strawhats’ post-time skip designs are revealed 

😏 - Favorite scene?

Ace meeting Smoker and what follows (basically the whole episode is just gold)

👂 - Favorite quote?

“It doesn’t matter who your parents were. Everyone is a child of the sea.” Edward Newgate

🙌 - Are you up to date?

With the manga I am but not the anime

❓ - What unanswered questions do you have related to One Piece?

What’s does the strawhat really mean ? What exactly are the Gorosei ? How much does the marine know about them and how get got so powerful ?

▶️ - Fave opening?

Fight Together 

🔙 Least fave opening?

Kokoro no Chizu

👀 - Fave eyecatcher?

Law’s, because smirk face

🏝 - Fave country/island visited?

Fishman Island

🎆 - Something you can’t wait for??!!

New Monster Trio !! (Luffy, Law and Kidd kicking Kaido’s butt)

🔝 - “One Piece is better than <insert something else you also like>”

Any other fictional universe I like

🔍 - What do you think the One Piece is?

There you go

🔪 - A character who fills you with frustration?

Caesar Clown, it frustrates me when they need him in Whole Cake Island, I don’t them to work with him when he’s clearly not changed his bad ways >_<

💓 - Which character do you relate to the most?

Usopp and Chopper

™️ - How has One Piece changed you?

It thaught me what family really meant, that I should aspire to to be free and live without regrets, and that everyone belongs somewhere ! 

[margo-sama]

You fan of One Piece? If so, do have favorite ship? Like Acesabo, Lawlu, Zolu, Luha or Zona?

Yep, One Piece is one of my favorite anime/manga. As for ships, I like Usona, Frobin, Smoshigi, Mihopero, and also Zosan, LawLu and Zolaw as BrOTPs.

[barabarano-buggy]

Some Smoshigi cuz why not lol I have Smoker's coat that I never actually used (not finished tho) and my hair has been cut/styled like this so much lately... just recently dyed it but it's been white for a long time too haha~ Anyway, I'm just bored and playing with my makeup uwu

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[thecrowmaiden]

For the Fall Inspired ship thing: Smoker/Tashigi! :D

Two Tashigi related ship-asks in a row! This is new xD

Who gets excited about Halloween in July: Totally Smoker, but he hides it so well only Tashigi realizes it. He just really likes to hand out candy to kids.

Who starts wearing sweaters and scarves on the first day of September and completely overheats: Tashigi. She thinks sweaters are cute but professional, but forgets that her long hair makes her warmer than when she used to have it bobbed.

Who thrives in Fall/Who prefers Summer and warm weather: Tashigi loves summer because there’s no ice to slip on, and Smoker does best in Fall/Winter.

Who thinks the other looks so cute when they’re cold and trying to fight it with 50 sweaters: Smoker. He’s convinced that three of her wool sweaters are better than steel armour, and he can’t help but think she’s adorable when her sweater sleeves cover her hands and she can still wield her sword.

Who offers the other their jacket: Smoker of course. But Tashigi always refuses because he can’t just walk around shirtless.

Who doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning because it’s too cold and has to run from the warm covers to the shower: Tashigi. Smoker stands outside the bathroom with her bathrobe and hands it to her when she’s finished because she always forgets it in her mad dash to the shower.

Who touches the other with their freezing cold feet at night: Smoker. He’s definitely a can’t-sleep-with-socks-on kind of person.

Who makes the hot cider to snuggle under a blanket and drink: Tashigi. Hot drink + Book + Blanket = Perfection.

Who loves carving pumpkins and buys about 300: Tashigi would, if only because she couldn’t make up her mind about which one she wanted most. And then she’d hand out the extras to the G-5 so they could all carve together.

Who is terrible at carving pumpkins: Smoker. He’s not good with knives.

Who thinks pulling the pumpkin guts out with their hands is icky: I think Smoker would actually hate it more than Tashigi. The slimey thing is not up his alley.

What is their favourite Fall activity: Outdoor things, like bonfires or apple picking. Smoker likes to be active, and Tashigi likes to have something to show for having gone on an outing.

Who gets scared when they watch Horror movies: Tashigi. Although Smoker plain doesn’t like them, because he’s seen too many all-too-real monsters.

Who hands out candy to trick-or-treaters: Smoker! He even puts out his cigars for the night because he doesn’t want to breathe clouds of smoke over the little kids. The best costumes get a coin or two along with their candy, and his street/area is always free of firecrackers or rowdy teens.

Who accidentally scares the kids: Every year Smoker accidently scares all the kids who haven’t been to his house before, just because he’s huge, hairy, and scarred.

Who suggested the couples costume: Tashigi.

What is their couples costume: Heracles and Hebe.

What is the best Halloween they ever had: The one where they both had a cold, so they just left the bowl of candy outside with a note. They spent the whole night wrapped in blankets, drinking cider, and listening to the children yell ‘get well soon’ through the door.

What is the worst Halloween they ever had: The one where they were capturing pirates who were terrorizing and killing people while wearing masks. Tashigi had nightmares for a week, and they skipped Halloween altogether the next year.

Who eats too much candy and ends up sick the next day: Smoker. He’d just eat a piece here and there out of boredom but he would do it all day, and the next day he would have a splitting headache.

Thanks for the ask!

[gellavonhamster]

genre conventions

One Piece || Smoker/Tashigi || set during the timeskip ao3 link rus || ao3 link eng

“They’re not such idiots if they still haven’t got caught,” Tashigi points out tentatively as she wipes her glasses with a handkerchief. She can feel a drop of sweat roll down between her shoulder blades with agonizing slowness, as if it is making fun of her.

Of all islands she’s had the chance to visit after Loguetown, Anemone, the southernmost islet of the Coral Archipelago, is definitely making the top five of the worst despite not having, say, quicksand or human-sized carnivorous plants. Sweltering heat and the air that feels thick enough to cut through with a knife. On day three, Tashigi gave up, said goodbye to shirts – even the short-sleeved ones were hard to survive in – and since then she’s been wearing only tank tops. Her subordinates approved of her new look with such fervour that she had to threaten the loudest commentators with the katana. It must be for the best that she didn’t bring any shorts and, consequently, is not tempted to put them on.

And so they’ve been marinating in this little tropical hell, because they have an order to help the local Marine branch track down and apprehend a smuggling ring presumed to have picked the island as their base.

“Idiots,” Smoker repeats huffily and takes a drag on another pair of cigars. The smell hangs in the humid air like laundry on a line. “'Cause in their line of work, only idiots would voluntarily slap on identification signs. Pirates are another thing, there’s…” he gestures vaguely. “Nothing but panache, every other one’s a performer. Smugglers, if they’ve got any brains, should keep it low.”

“Well, it’s not like the tattoos are on their faces,” Tashigi puts the glasses back on, having made peace with the fact that soon they’ll fog up again. All she does on Anemone is make peace with something. With most of the clothes she’s brought with her on this voyage not being suited for the unbearable climate of the island. With having to pin her hair up in a way she doesn’t like, so that not a single strand touches her permanently damp neck. With not expecting the local Marines, whose captain greeted them drunk (on duty! on Tuesday afternoon!), to be of much help.

“Face or not, sooner or later someone would see.”

“Some of us wear clothes,” murmurs Tashigi. She has also made peace already with her commander dealing with such hot weather by walking around not even with his jacket open, as usual, but completely shirtless. The fact that it is high time she got used to the way he dresses – or rather, does not dress – but instead she finds it harder and harder not to stare at him with each passing day seems to be another thing she has no choice but to make peace with. 

“Huh? What was that, Captain?”

She knows him well enough to distinguish a shade of a grin on his eternally stern face and know he’s not actually angry.

“Nothing, sir.”

Tashigi doesn’t know when it started. In retrospect, she is aware that generally speaking, she has always found him attractive, because she has eyes and can see, even if not so well. But that did not matter much back when neither of them had yet learned how the other takes their coffee, when neither of them had yet sat by the other’s bedside in the sick bay after the battle, when her hair hadn’t yet absorbed the smell of cigar smoke to the point that no shampoo could wash it off. Back when she didn’t yet find it exciting that his smell lingers on her as if he’s held her in his arms – which, of course, has never happened, and never will.

The smugglers may not be idiots, but she certainly is.

“We’ll cover the northern coast tomorrow,” Smoker says. “Judging by the map, it’s rockier than on the other sides, harder to approach. If there are no traces there either, we’ll return to the port. Perhaps the drugs are shipped right there under the guise of other cargo. Perhaps someone in the administration is involved. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

The little shabby bar across from them is finally open – the bartender and the waitress have brought out the chairs and thrown open the doors and a couple of patrons have already arrived, lured in by the music. Tashigi keeps swinging her leg to the tune until she recognizes it as the Soul King’s latest hit. Smoker puts his cigars on an empty tin can that someone has considerately left on the bench as an ashtray, and opens a bottle of water. Tashigi catches herself watching his Adam’s apple bob with each gulp, and digs her nails into her palm.

She’s going to lose her mind on this island.

“Can I have some? I’ve finished mine,” she hears her own voice say, and he passes her the water without a second thought, because normal people don’t think about the way drinking from the same bottle is kind of a little bit like a kiss.

Like many lonely children, Tashigi used to read a lot as a kid. Fairy tales, myths, legends, later – and still, when she has time on her hands – stories of great blades and the swordsmen who wielded them. Stories were not a passion like swordsmanship, not as integral to her life and soul. But she remembered: they could provide an escape, if only for a while. And an escape was precisely what she was seeking some time ago when she picked up the kind of books she had always looked down upon before. Someone else’s passions to distract her from her own; someone else’s affections being returned while for her it was not in the cards. She was hoping that would help.

It didn’t help one bit. Rather the opposite.

The main problem with romance novels, at least with the most popular ones, the kind sold on every newsstand of every island, was not even their quality, but the way in half of the cases heroines fell in love with pirates. Every time it outraged her like the first time. They are risking their lives in the Marines to protect civilians against these villains, yet the civilians in question keep on romanticizing them! In most other cases, the main male characters, while not pirates, were so clearly modelled after real-life pirates, Warlords, or even Emperors that it was probably even worse. In one book, a poor orphaned shepherdess was rescued by a golden-haired knight on a white horse. In another, a nightgown-clad ingénue with a candlestick in hand wandered the dark hallways of a grim castle belonging to an equally grim lord – haughty and cold, but with such wonderful eyes! In yet another one, a village beauty was protected from the landlord’s advances by a charming red-haired, one-armed bandit. And as recently as a month ago, she literally threw another masterpiece at the wall when she realized that the inspiration for the love interest was none other than Monkey D. Luffy. Obviously, Tashigi can’t boast that she knows him intimately (not if she could help it!), but based on the impression he made on her that was simply ridiculous. That was the last straw, after which she swore she wouldn’t touch such rubbish ever again.

But it was too late. Because another problem with romance novels was that while reading them, you could pick up certain… ideas. Ideas that settle in your head all by themselves, sit there quietly for some time, and then comes a point when they seize you in an iron grip – and you give in to an impulse and obey them.

She’s not planning to seduce him. It won’t work anyway, and thinking of potential consequences of such impertinence gives her the shivers. She just wants him to look at her. Really look at her just for once. The way she looks at him. She will bury this one moment deep in her heart to take it out occasionally, spend some time looking at it, and then replace it. Press the bottle to her lips not tightly enough; let a trickle of water run down her skin into the neckline of her tight tank top, into her cleavage. Her shoulders are too strong, her arms are too muscular, but at least she has breasts – even bigger than she would’ve preferred them to be every time she wears tight-fitting clothes. She doesn’t want everyone and their dog staring at her. Just him.

She puts her lips around the bottle neck, throws her head back a little, and…

…spills it all on herself. Of course. Naturally. She bursts into coughing because water has gone down the wrong way, even got into her nose, and then she glances down and sees that her top is all soaked and even her pants are wet here and there. At least it doesn’t look like she peed herself. Small mercies.

Smoker sighs crossly. That look on his face is also familiar enough to her – he must be doing his best not to snap at her. Like every time she drops one thing or bumps into another.

“Excuse-me-I’ll-be-back,” she blurts out, places the bottle on the bench, springs to her feet, and rushes to the bar.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Hey!” yells the bartender as soon as he sees the new customer dashing right for the door in the corner. “Bathroom’s for patrons only!”

“Okay, okay,” Tashigi replies without looking at him, and pulls on the door handle.

One of the stalls is occupied. Tashigi takes some toilet paper in the second one, pats her neck dry, presses it to her chest too but instantly throws it away – it will just stick to the fabric and won’t help much anyway. The clothes will dry on their own. That’s not what she’s here for. She’s here to try to calm down before the urge to break into disappointed tears takes over.

The dingy mirror above the sink is cracked in two and carelessly duct-taped. Tashigi leans on the sink with both hands and glares at her reflection in the mirror. Her lips are trembling against her will. Good job, well done. Then again, what else should she have expected?

That will teach her a lesson. There is no use trying to jump into a romance novel from a crime story.

Or a situation comedy.

The waitress that was putting out the chairs outside earlier comes out of the second stall, and Tashigi lets go of the sink, steps aside, and starts cleaning her glasses again. The woman – young, shapely, with long lilac hair – washes her hands and bends over the sink, almost pressing her face to the mirror – must be trying to see if something is stuck between her teeth. Tashigi puts the glasses back on, and her eye catches the tattoo on the small of the woman’s back, visible between the low-rise pants and the yanked-up T-shirt. A dagger wreathed in ivy.

The same as that of the two smugglers whose descriptions they were given.

Her face must be betraying her, because as soon as the waitress sees Tashigi’s reflection in the mirror, she turns around at lightning speed and takes a swing, aiming for Tashigi’s jaw.

It all happens swiftly and chaotically. Hand-to-hand combat is not her preferred type of fighting; it lacks the grace and dignity characteristic of a sword fight. But she doesn’t have Shigure with her – because this evening her and Smoker were meant to be not Marines but simple tourists simply strolling about and certainly not watching out for anything suspicious. Her adversary doesn’t seem to be in possession of weapons either, but she’s strong, twice as strong out of desperation. Tashigi dodges her first punch, but when they catch hold of each other, the waitress seizes the initiative, presses her against the sink and tries to smash the mirror with her head. Tashigi manages to wrench herself free, and when the supposed smuggler comes at her again, she grabs her, turns around, and slams both of them into the door. The door comes unhinged, and the two of them fall into the barroom; something’s crashing, someone’s screaming, but she’s not paying attention to anything around her until she finally pins the waitress to the floor.

When handcuffs are dropped on the floor next to her, she doesn’t question where they came from – just grabs them, puts them on the culprit, and only then raises her head. There are drinks spilled and broken bottles scattered all around and a couple of chairs knocked down close by. Two elderly patrons are making their way to the exit, having taken their glasses of beer with them. Smoker is looming over the bartender, whose arms are twisted behind his back and handcuffed and face is pressed to the counter. There is a dagger tattoo above the man’s left elbow.

“You alright?” Smoker asks, unfazed.

Tashigi gets up and clumsily helps the waitress sit up under the counter where they can see her. Another reason she doesn’t like fistfights – in the end she always feels like she acted dishonourably, even if that isn’t true. Her knees are hurting, her shoulder is burning, her glasses have cracked, but strangely she’s much more alright than several minutes ago, when she was trying her hardest not to burst out crying with shame.

“I’m alright. How did you get here?”

“I saw you through the window kick the door down with your body and that wench. Thought that was too extreme for you.”

Tashigi rolls her eyes.

“This guy here, instead of breaking up the fight, tried not to let me in,” Smoker continues.

“Let me guess: you punched him a couple of times and then just stood there watching me?”

“You had it all under control. Or am I wrong?”

Did she? All of it? Hard to tell at once. But she knows that if forces really were unequal, he would’ve come to her aid. More importantly, if he had thought her too weak from the start, she would’ve been mad at him and at herself.

She straightens her back.

“No, you’re right. I’m sorry, I…”

“Stop. Why are you apologizing again? Right now – what for?”

“I don’t know,” Tashigi says honestly.

Smoker opens his mouth to say something, but then the suspiciously cheerful Pike and Bomba barge in – so cheerful that Tashigi could have assumed their local comrades-in-arms are a bad influence on them. That is, if the personnel of G-5 wasn’t managing just fine without any outside influence.

“Helloooo, sir!”

“Hey there, sir!”

“I see you didn’t waste no time!”

“Ooh, Captain, what a scratch you’ve got! Gotta kiss it better…”

“I’ll kiss you worse!” snaps Tashigi. This is when pointedly unsheathing a sword would have been on point, except she doesn’t have a sword at hand. However, her countenance turns out to be enough for the jokers to back away.

“Take them to the base,” Smoker nods towards the bartender and the waitress. “Don’t let them out of your sight. We’re gonna interrogate them.”

Bomba flashes a wicked grin.

“Leave that to us, Vice Admiral, we’ll loosen their tongues in no time…”

“Don’t.” Smoker flicks his lighter, puffs at another pair of cigars, and looks the arrestees up and down with an even more sinister look on his face. “I’ll deal with them myself.”

The waitress, who doesn’t know that the Vice Admiral sticks to much more lawful interrogation methods than his crazy subordinates, blanches slightly.

“Ma’am,” Pike winks at her and places his hand on her shoulder. Bomba, a little disappointed, pushes the bartender to the exit.

Tashigi watches them leave.

“I called them as soon as I dealt with the bartender,” Smoker explains. Tashigi comes closer to him and leans against the bar counter. All of a sudden a terrible weariness descends on her; she doesn’t want to go back to the base, doesn’t want to interrogate anyone, doesn’t want to move at all. She just wants to stay where she is, elbows resting on the sticky counter top. “Guess they must’ve been in that tavern around the block.”

“Dutifully looking for the smugglers, no doubt.”

“In every glass.”

She giggles.

There is a mirror on the wall behind the counter too, cleaner than the one in the bathroom and not cracked, and in that mirror she sees herself – the too-strong shoulders, the too-muscular arms, the damned tight tank top, the fresh scrapes, the disheveled hair, the tired smile.

And on her right – Smoker, standing still, his eyes fixed on her.

She thought she had already learned all the expressions of his face, but she’s never seen a look like this before. Steadfast, heavy – but not with disapproval or displeasure, it’s just that it seems like she can physically feel its weight and heat on her body. Feel it flow down her skin like water before, but thicker, viscous. Like wax. Or honey.

She hasn’t seen the way she looks at him at times, lost in thought, but she suddenly realizes: this is how.

Tashigi’s breath hitches.

A moment later he glances at the mirror and notices that she’s noticed him. She feels caught red-handed – even though he started it first, even though he was the one secretly looking at her. Tashigi turns away hastily.

“Is everything okay, sir?” she asks, hoping that she sounds relaxed enough.

Smoker nods slowly. His face is inscrutable, but it seems to her like a vestige of that look is still smouldering in his eyes.

“Pike was right. Your shoulder’s royally scratched,” he says. “You’d better put something on it when get back to the base.”

Were the poor orphaned shepherdess from the knight novel in her place, she would’ve just cast down her eyes shyly. On the other hand, the heroine of that book she threw at the wall – a ruler of a small island country – might have echoed Pike’s recent joke.

How about you kiss it better then?

“There must be more of them,” she says instead. Maybe she shouldn’t bother trying to change the genre; nothing good will come out of it anyway. She is as far removed from romance novels as could be. She doesn’t belong there. “The sailors from the Ernestine saw two men, but neither was described to look like that one. And I don’t think that girl can be mistaken for a man even from afar.”

Smoker nods again and breathes out a lacework of white smoke.

“Yeah,” he says. “Well, let’s see what they tell us. They might like to have their sentence reduced. Let’s go.”

She belongs in a procedural about the daily life of law enforcers.

But so does he, so she finds she doesn’t really mind.

[baby-xemnas]

Sometimes it makes me so sad that if any Straw Hat's post-canon love interest is a foregone conclusion, it's Zoro with Tashigi. How could Oda make him so gay and yet

dont speak evil things into the world

[mushroomgrenade]

have any smoshigi headcanons?

I don't have any, but my friend here does!

Smoker always makes her coffee in the morning

Tashigi picks places with pottery studios for their vacations

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