The Queen

a one piece rp blog for charlotte linlin // enjoyed by nami // under construction // very low activity

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Temporary pinned post because all my pages are kinda outdated but like.

Hi I'm Nami :) I'm everywhere, omnipotent, and a pterodolphin. Age 20.

General content warning for child abuse, dehumanization, slavery, and other similar topics.

Also until I can rewrite my rules better; General DNI, yknow, rp etiquette.

If I'm not here, I'm probably on picavecalyx, luazasvogel, or zahraalgernon

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"The Era That You Guys Reigned Over Has Ended!" One Piece Ep. 1066 - "Here Comes the Main Act! Powerful Techniques of Shockwave and Magnetism" Episode Director: Henry Thurlow Key Animator(s): Kofi Flagome, Henry Thurlow, Kieca, Masayuki Kouda, Ole Christian Loken, and Rangel Abreu.

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Sliding on this blog to go feral over the big mom animation.

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Putting this here mostly for future reference but GOD yeah. Those that are trapped in the books literally crying for help. Not to mention the Vinsmokes’ reactions to it all…And you know given the fact that the siblings are so unique and interesting, there’s a part of Linlin that wants them too. This had so many purposes in showing her collection to them, both as a “look at this” because she loves her library, but also absolutely as an intimidating factor.

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I wanna say Big Mom is the worst parent I write. But I also write Judge.

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 thinks about how big mom only sees her family as objects/toys to play with, with each of her children being seen as different kinds of toys. let it be dolls, toy soldiers, objects, or whatever they may be. she is living a fantasy and she has only made it into the reality of all that live in her totto land.

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      Oh look! Go back to being dead! Or did you want her to be the one to kill you this time?~

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      Sometimes disobedient children needed a heavier hand. Some never grow out of that habit. And what a shame when they don’t. Like flies on a wall, they take and they take and they take. When will they learn that the more they eat, the more candy becomes poison?

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Hate.

the last time that he had felt fear was when he was a child, when he had caught glimpse of a bleeding slash that marred across his sister’s face.  and since that day, he has turned that fear into rage, letting it consume his body so that he would become what all those who oppose him should be scared of.  if they wanted a monster, so a monster he would become.  but now, for the first time since then, he feels a grip so tight around his chest that downright suffocates him on the spot.

his mother stands before him, towering over him like he would so many.  he breathes evenly from his nose into the fur of his scarf, his gaze staring straight off at nothing.  she is a menacing and powerful figure, yet he does not waver in her presence.  or at least, he tries not to.

“ i do not, mama. ”     he states without any hesitance, but despite his words, he braces himself for what’s to come,     “ there is no one i love more than this family. ”

      “ Oh...Your family. Me, me, Katakuri, do you love ME. ”

      Words seemed to spill from her lips like venom, or perhaps acid, meant to melt away all that came in it’s path, suffocate and disintegrate. Leaving nothing but boiling candy in it’s wake to be turned into something better, something of better taste. Oh taste...Taste like fear, like a rising symphony across an ocean of little lies. 

      Fear, so delectable it might as well be the garnish or frosting ‘pon one’s grandest wedding cake, one celebratory flakes of a evanescent taste! Oh but fear was not what she wished for from the son she saw as fearless, whom molding so perfectly as the soldier toy who led the rest into battle. A deck of cards with he as the king--no ace--’pon it’s center. 

      How almost pathetic to taste it, for drool to escape her lips, as if hand might reach out and grasp it, to tear it from one’s body and leave nothing more than the shell of a sweet yet useless device which she believed was perfect. Lo what happened to her perfect son? Lo, what happened to her loving little boy? Whom never lost, whom would never disobey or lead them astray. 

      “ How you have disappointed me. ”

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Linlin is a wonderful and generous host to any and all of her valued guests. It is paradise after all~

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:)

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      ...Oh she wouldn’t mind collecting that too.

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      Oh how the queen would hate to think about what she might do to disobedient little toys.

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Logs on. Sees Brook. Big Mom muse immediately flaring in the worst way.

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  and that’s all the starters-- back to silva’s blog i scurry :’)

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@todoufuken​ ( yamato ) // sc

     This little visit had been nothing short of a disappointing mess. One that was only given benefit and purpose through the drabs of time where she might get her own personal time to badger Kaido himself...that or the occasional time she might have gotten to see that Lunarian, not that it was ever a kind interaction, instead anything but, a mix bag of rudeness and grunts. It was entertaining, even if that should be hers, not this hog’s.

     Even so, just as the colossal woman was about to drink the last of the sake provided to her, she caught upon the corner of her eye something different. Something that felt familiar, yet didn’t feel like any of the beasts that Kaido called his crew.

     “ Oh dear...what’s this?~ Getting too curious for your own good, are you?~ ”

     A soft yet rumble of a laugh escaped her throat, amber gaze settling over that whom stared from the shadows--was that a mask? Cute...

     “ Are you hungry? There’s plenty, come closer, let me see you. ”

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@cakeisland​ // sc

      Disappointment, anger in some way laced the posture of the sitting matriarch. Upon her face drips of sugary sweets to her own favouritism, something to quell that building rage that so threatened to boil over. She had been so lenient with her son, with her commanders. Put her full faith in them. They were her sons, they were her perfect little dolls, figurines designed to never fail. One after another, she had though there would only be one failure amidst them.

      ...And yet here whom she thought perfect--aside from that mouth--had failed her...She did hope this was a one time thing, however. Finally, the yonko halted her snacking to stare down at her son.

      “ Do you hate me, Katakuri? Do you hate your mother? ”