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i'm so in love with wrio. that man is the embodiment of mercy and compassion. he is so... human. despite the deep disdain for atrocious acts that hurt others, especially acts that remind him of his own pain and traumas, he is able to keep himself in check and hold on to his values. despite being so proactive in fixing the wrongdoings of people that actively harm those under his care and assuring that everyone is supported in the best way possible; despite knowing he could have not controlled other people's hearts once they were in too deep in their own sins, he still feels helpless and incompetent. he recognises he cannot fully empathise with those who have been hurt for he has not experienced what they have and he understands that some wounds might not be able to heal even with all the attention and efforts, or at least not that easily. and it pains him. his whole life he's been trying to protect others. all his hard work during his time at the fortress and taking over it's administration has granted him the power and resources to actually change lives in a more restorative way, with a bigger amplitude than just the people who he's close to. yet he's only human. and not everyone wishes to be saved. and he doesn't hold back from breaking his own rules if means he is guaranteeing the best outcome for the greater good, for the well being of all of those he's sworn to protect. and although he earned himself a respectable title and even got used to being referred to in that way, he doesn't see people at the fortress as innmates but as equals. he never stopped being the little boy that was sentenced to live over a decade of his life there. and he is so good at what he does and he is so successful at restoring people's hopes in life, at giving them a second chance to become who they want to be, that there's people who actually want to stay there. he is the literal personification of turning your own pain into goodness, into love. love for community and love for others. he found meaning in making the world a better place and i just think that's really fucking beautiful.

#cerberus preventing the dead from leaving the underworld vs wrio whose compassion makes people not want to leave the fortress #god he makes me go feral #sorry for wrioposting everyday shjshdh he never leaves my mind #i saw someone point out the 3 heads possibly meaning past present and future and how we get to see a bit of all of those aspects through #his quest and i think that's really cool #also how the main themes surrounding his character are redemption and retribution #dwelling into these topics is just fun and i think they did it really well and again i think wrio is incredibly well written #i just think it's cool to see a character in a position with power to punish others be someone who was also judged by that same system #i think it's cool that rather than blindly following authority he used his power to change and reform the system #he created this utopia of the perfect living conditions and managed to sustain them #it makes you feel a certain type of way when you strive or wish for this type of equity and justice in the real world too #obviously it's only a slice of the cake but it's a relevant slice of the cake #not to enter a socialism and politics conversation but wriothesley and his quest share a very radical ideal and i think it's relevant #to acknowledge it #something something stories about revolution #i'm a bit sleepy tired it's so late but well i had to write something bye #genshin thoughts #genshin impact #my post

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thisisarealtagwhy · 7 years

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What exactly do you mean by mecha docking system?

Hello anon! It’s been a while but i did finish the entire fic, (almost 3k words).

I just put the other parts from the other asks in the fic as well, it’s available on AO3 here and fanfiction.net here

But for the rest of y’all, it’s based off the prompt, What would happen if Chopper multiplied infinitely?

The year is 1600, ourworld has been in perfect harmony for half a century, all thanks to the work ofTony Tony Chopper.

He is the reindeer whoate the hito hito no mi fruit, creating himself into a human-reindeer hybrid.

He was kidnapped by anevil scientist who we now know as Caesar Clown performed the miracle serum onthe reindeer.

The serum, a fullydeveloped medicine, designed to multiply an animal ad infinitum, was perfectedand used on the doctor.

It is only because ofthis that we can live in peace.

The Doctor heals allfor there are so many of the reindeer, the only thing he demands in payment iscotton candy and treats.

“Hi, I’m Tony Tony Chopper, look at me!”

“If you’re suffering you can come here!”

“No training while you have bandages on!”

“Saying that doesn’t make me happy you bastard!”

Needless to say, the world was made a better place.

Except…

Slowly there is a faction with the Tony Tony Chopper’s thatis rising up…

“We need a game plan.”

“Of course.”

“What do you suggest?”

“Not sure… you?”

“Why don’t we seduce him with cotton candy?”

“Good idea, where are we going to find some?”

“…”

“You can’t have mine!”

“Or mine!”

“Or-”

“It is established that we won’t be using cotton candy…”

“Why do we need to rise up anyway?”

“It’s because of the originalChopper that we all exist. Wehave to deal with the fact that we can’t save everyone.”

“This world is too cruel for us!”

Puffs of smoke arise from a lit bonfire.

“Is that..?”

“Hey! Marijuana has medicinal purposes too.”

“That is true… and seeing as we’re all past the age where itharms your mind…”

“We’ll be safe…”

“Even so, what if we do something crazy?”

“Relax.”

“I want some cotton candy…”

The human worldeventually decayed until the Earth reverted to one similar to that of a pre-manera. Foliage growing everywhere and animals running free…

Humans just… weren’tcut out to be within this world.

But everything isfine, because the Chopper’s know how to make cotton candy, and that is all thatmatters in life…

How many Tony Tony Chopper’s were created in this new newworld?

If you tied a knot into a piece of u shaped wood and placeda bee eating a leaf on top you would find your answer if you looked deepenough.

Not really, in all honestly, it is impossible to calculateexactly how many Tony Tony Chopper’s were created in this science experiment.

Although, one might consider that the small planet earthwould be overrun by Chopper’s one has to also factor into account that the moonis a viable option.

And, the only alive non-Chopper human happens to live there.

But Chopper grew strong, strong enough to defeat Enel anddid so, kicking his ass and using his supplies to create a cotton candyfactory.

And the original Chopper, well, he’s slowly adapting to newconditions as per planet.

So far, he has discovered three non-viable solutions and twosustainable planets.

One just has to get over the lack of oxygen on the moon andvoila, one can live on the moon.

The Chopper’s become so bored that they end up making a Confederation of Chopper’s withinthemselves.

Every day it is discussed new ways to create treats and howto destroy diseases.

All in all, it is quite productive.

One might argue that it would be beneficial if the original Chopper joined the Confederate,however, that Chopper has no interest in joining such a group.

He is content with his self-sustaining cotton candy factorylocated on the moon.

They still refer to him as King, for they are but sheep,tied to their original bonds, seeking some kind of order, some sort of truehierarchy instead of referring to each other as Chopper but with pronouns.

Tony Tony Chopper mostly mourns in his small place on themoon, he mourns the loss of his friends and nakama,but mostly, he just eats cotton candy and tries to remember the recipesthat had sustained him.

“Oh how I wish that Caesar had never performed such an awfulexperiment.” He wishes wistfully, there is no way to reverse the past but hecan try his damnest.

He couldn’t stand to be with all of himself, they were all clones from the moment Caesar Clown had experimented him, it was that moment thatthey were born.

But they were born with all of th-his memories.

It was weird and he didn’t like it. But he did admit thatthe Earth looked far cleaner now without the rest of humans and devil fruitspolluting the surface.

Luffy and the mugiwara kaizoku…

They had reacted in bursts of anger and had absolutely and utterly destroyed Caesar Clown.

“Choppers, you’re all going to be alright.” Franky reassuredthem, face grim, even as clones kept on popping from the original reindeer.

In the far off distance Chopper can hear Luffy giving thebeat down to Caesar, it sounds… reassuring, he’s also certain that how he feelsnow… exhausted. Will last for days.

Eventually after they leave the clones of Chopper on PunkHazard and escape from the insane island, Chopper just keeps multiplying.

Robin eventually ties a ribbon around his antlers to verifythat yes, he was the original.

It hadn’t mattered in a year, there were too many of him toexist in the crew so they found an island and dumped the excess clones andcontinued on their journey.

But, Chopper doesn’t like to think about the past, heprefers to look onward!

And if his hacking skills are as impeccable as ever, he’scertain that there’s a large object headed towards the Earth, perhaps even tohim.

“Mecha docking systemsengage.” He sighs in discontent, eating the fluffy cotton candy withfervour.

It would probably be beneficial to try and stop the Earth from being destroyed.

The Chopper’s of the Confederation of Chopper’s one daybroach the subject of docking, it’s a harmless thing, but it is also veryimportant for the alien destroyer of a planet that cannot be translated intoany Earthly language is travelling towards the humble Chopper Earth.

Naturally the Confederate is unaware of these developmentsand only bring it up because how coolwould it be to be a robot?

But they do become aware of the threat to Chopperity anddecide that a docking system is essentialto defeat it.

“Mecha!”

“Should we be inventing space suits now?”

The Chopper Confederation has scientists already on thetopic, typing away at the few pieces of technology that they fondly fondle totry and stop the giant-ass earth destroying creature.

“I think it’s time to call him, sir.” One of the lead scientists, Chopper-senpai admits,pressing his glasses further to his furry face.

His superior sniffs in disdain, “We will do no such thing, he was the one who decided to abandonthe millions of beings that were created as a result of his mistakes.”

“But-”

“No, you will see to it that the Super Awesome Mecha Systemwill be prepared to face this threat antlers on.” The Chopper nodded insatisfaction. “I have to go deal with the court so as of now, I am leaving youin charge, Chopper-senpai.”

“Yessir.” The scientist saluted his superior, as soon assaid superior was out of sight he picked up the signal that was only to be used in emergencies.

Naturally, every Chopper had one of these signals, but onlyone was allowed per Chopper.

When the original Chopperhad been experimented on and spontaneously started spouting Chopper’s, it hadtaken a while, but eventually after he had amassed millions of followers, hestopped to produce the other Chopper’s.

They all referred to him as the King.

He didn’t rule them though, no, that job had been delegatedto other Choppers who used nothing but their name and their hooves to clawtheir way up to the top.

Naturally, normal Chopper’s still had to clean sewers andtend to harmed animals, but, they had maintained a semblance of normality afterChopper’s crew… perished.

They all felt the loss as sorely as each other which was whythere were monuments, one of the few structures allowed in this Utopia.

And every year, all Chopper’s would stop and mourn the loss of their crew.

But the King, he had moved to the moon saying that he didnot want to be amongst so many… commoners.

He would always send down cotton candy and bits of the moonwhen he could though, and word got around that he was secretly listening intotheir conversations like Big Mom or something.

It doesn’t matter, they will obey him if he does come down to Earth, into theparadise they have created.

The Superior Chopper – for that was his name – watches thecourt proceedings of yet another Chopperkilling another Chopper.

Who would have thought that they could become so violent? Hethought they all had the same goals in mind.

“Why did you do it?” The judge asks, fixing the cute whitecurls on his head.

The accused begins to shake in misery and the Superior feelsa tad of sympathy for him even though he will deserve whatever is coming forhim, “Because none of us are equal anymore! We claim that the Confederate ofChopper’s is for the greater good! To ensure that we all live like the Kings weare but the truth of the matter is that some of us are barely scraping by andsometimes have to resort to-” He gulps deeply “Cannibalism of other deer.”

The audience begin to murmur amongst themselves, writingdown the key points of the trial.

“That still doesn’t answer the question.” The judge Choppersays sternly.

“He stole my cotton candy.” The accused say and everybodygasps violently, it is a capital crime to steal cotton candy.

The judge seems appalled by the very notion, “Well, Isuppose you will manage to get off with only an hour of community service.”

“Sir yes sir, I’m so sorry for how this turned out.” Theaccused hangs their head.

“Son, you have no need to apologise, we all know the devastating effects of not being with cotton candy.”The prosecutor says, smiling gently to the innocent reindeer.

The Superior harrumphs, there’s other more important mattersfor him to attend to so he leaves the little court room and approaches thecandidacy cave, it’s full to the brim of Chopper spectators and four candidatesstand on podiums, waiting for their questions.

The first Chopper seems to be sporting longer fur than mostof them, he tries to appeal to the lower income peoples by declaring, “I willlower the taxes on cotton candy!”

There’s a loud round of applause for that, the secondChopper, sporting a beard and moustache fashioned out of his fur says, “My mainpurpose to help this great nation is to create more job opportunities forordinary citizens.

The third electorate is not a Chopper, he’s a bird from anisland long forgotten, the Chopper in charge of the questions asks, “Now,Birdlay, how do you propose we lower the divide between Chopper’s and usualanimals?”

They all understand what he says because they can understandany animal language, a gift from the King, “I don’t see a divide.” The birdsquawks, “I only see a divide between the Chopper’s and animals that want adivide. I see it in the Earth, in the watering holes, in the crops, I see it inschools where Chopper’s teach usual animals that we’re dumber than them, thatwe were born to be ruled.

“I see it in our streets, where us common folk are given theleftovers so we are too busy fighting each other to fight the injustices. I seeit in the cotton candy factories, where usual birds work for a fraction oftheir boss’s cotton candy ration even though we’re all the same. This world’sproblem isn’t a dive in cotton candy stocks, or the loss of humanity, it’sthose that are feeding the death of this Earth. But I’ve got a message from theones cultivating it, keeping it alive, a message from the usual animals andChopper’s that believe in this Earth to the ones that don’t, you’reoutnumbered.”

Birdlay receives a standing ovation and truly, it’s clearwho will pull clear in this race.

The Superior smiles grimly, he likes his job, he’s far lessemotional than his brethren so he can do what is needed to be done. He knowsthat the bird from their two years training will win.

So, he pulls the bird aside, shaking his wings, “Hello MrPresident, my name is Superior Chopper, I run the security of the planet.”

“I’m not president yet.” Birdlay squawks and Superiorchuckles.

“You and I both know that you’re going to win.”

“Nothing is set in stone.”

“Regardless, there is a threat approaching the Earth that weneed to address.” Superior says, guiding Birdlay from his campaign and far awayinto their high-tech domain. “Are we ready?” He barks at Chopper-senpai.

“Sir yes sir, I would have preferred to have a test flightbut-”

“Excellent.” Superior claps Birdlay on the shoulder andsays, “We’ll be defending the Earth with a Super Awesome Mecha Docking System.”

He can’t help it, he’s beginning to excite himself at theprospect, ahhh. There’s Chopper’s aplenty so it should go smoothly.

“I need you to do damage control, president.” Birdlay looksinto his eyes and nods.

“I will be in touch shortly.” Birdlay squawks and flies off.

And soon, the threat is visible to them all, it starts as amere speck of dust of cosmic sand on the horizon but eventually it is largeenough that Superior begins to call in Chopper’s for this ultimate defence.

“You will be serving your country well.” He says happily,showing them the diagram.

“Everyone in position!” Chopper-senpai yells over the soundof roaring fire.

It starts off with two base Chopper’s, clad in boots thatwill propel them into space. In the centre is the brainiest of the Chopper’snimble and quick.

They’re all wearing space suits, from the centre, to armsextend for the other Chopper’s to dock into.

And finally, the outer shell of the suit encases them.

“Super!” The Chopper guards yell in excitement, posing intheir freaking enormous shuttle.

The Superior wipes a tear from his eye, he never thoughtthat he would see the Super Mecha Docking System, but here he is, he canfinally die happily.

But, as the suit blasts for take off, all of their alarmsbegin blaring. “Senpai! What’s wrong?” Superior barks.

“Well sir, it seems that the threat has been… ensconced incotton candy.” Chopper-senpai says nervously.

“Goddammit!” He curses the King who stopped his one dreamfor becoming a reality.

There are other, more important things to deal with though,and when the results of the presidency come in, the Superior is brought alongto a meeting with the new president, Birdlay.

A hairdressing Chopper is carefully plucking out feathersoff the top of Birdlay’s head. He walks in to hear that the Chopper in chargeof the cotton candy franchise is kicking up a storm about not being in control.

Whatever, he doesn’t particularly care as long as he is ableto keep his own position.

“How many does he speak for?” Birdlay squawks calmly,holding up a mirror to see.

Half of the Chopper’s put their hands up and with a cluck ofhis tongue, they are shot with some kind of dart. “You see, that dart will makeyou allergic to cotton candy, is that all that have an issue with me?”

“Dear god no!” The rest plead, hooves out in front of them.

“Good.” Birdlay stands and approaches the glass window, “Thisseems like a good time for a drink, and a cold calculated speech with sinisterovertones. A speech about hierarchy and power, brethren, humanity and order.But speeches are for campaigns, now is the time for action.”

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