Tony Tony Chopper

Indie Tony Tony Chopper. Despite adult themes being rare, consider this an 18+ blog. No minors. Mun is 25+

[bcmbsight]

OPEN STARTER:

"Get behind me!"

[chopperpirate]

"No! I refuse to let myself owe you anything!"

[deathblossomed]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

@chopperpirate :

Chopper turned around frantically, sensing another follower stalking his moves nearby. "Who's there? I don't want any trouble!" He was never prepared to gain new followers, expecting this to be another bounty hunter or candy thief.

Drat! She's been caught. And here she was trying to be extra stealthy! (a failed endeavor given her eager state) Botan quickly straightens, trying to humble her excited smile. "Ah, and you can talk—" she starts before quickly silencing her outburst. "Aha, sorry! No trouble here. I just saw you from a distance and well... I thought your hat was really cute! Oh and you're so fuzzy... Wow. I've never seen an animal quite like you before."

[chopperpirate]

Chopper's eyes went from panicked to somewhat neutral, his head tilting in a curious manner. With a soft sigh of relief, the reindeer took note of the blue hair and figured there was only one person this could have been.

"Yusuke's friend. Not Keiko though." He spoke more to himself than to her, rubbing the back of his head somewhat bashfully.

"He never mentioned me though, huh? I guess I am a pirate after all. Maybe it was to keep his friends out of trouble."

[enstorie]

Can you reblog this if the mun is 18+

[memedrome]

My Blog is strictly Anti Generative AI

I use no Generative AI to write for me.

I use no Generative AI to create images for me.

I do not wish to write with people who actively use Generative AI.

If you write with me, you won't ever have to fear any AI being used to doing my replies for you. I will not feed your writing to ChatGPT and the like, and I would appreciate it if you don't feed my writing to any kind of Generative AI either. You do not have my consent to do so.

If I reblog AI images/text or use images for aesthetics/graphics that were originally generated without realizing, please let me know. Generative AI images have infiltrated Pinterest and other sites so much, it can be hard to tell sometimes.

[nemekii]

@chopperpirate || x

"I'd love to go too!" Kolulu said to her friend, then turned her head back to the television as the News Reporter continued to cover the Artemis II mission. "I just think it'd be so great to see the stars up close." The younger said with a twinkle of wonder in her eyes. Then, she would return her gaze to Chopper and s mile. "What kind of adventures would you and your crew go on?"

[chopperpirate]

"Hmm... that makes sense for what I've heard about being in space! Something about resistance training." Chopper murmured as he absentmindedly kept patting his friend's head, hoping to soothe the younger child as she relaxed beside him.

"Hmm... as fun as that'd be, I can't swim so I could only watch you!" Chopper admitted with a sheepish giggle, figuring Kolulu would really enjoy getting to train to be an astronaut. It was then that an idea came to mind that he was sure would fix these minor issues.

"Ah! We have a Fishman in my crew! If we have him, we can do all the pool training you want without anyone worrying!" Chopper brightened back up, seeming to have forgotten that Kolulu was already a gifted swimmer. Perhaps he simply couldn't be too careful with the life of someone he practically considered a little sister.

[chopperpirate]

Chopper removed his hat, allowing the woman to sign it with a marker from his pocket. "Ah! This!" He smiled wide and waited as he revealed his fluffy head.

[chopperpirate]

"Yaaay!" Chopper excitedly accepted his hat before running past the mermaid woman, hugging his hat joyously to his fluffy torso. After running for a few hundred meters, Chopper stopped in front of his long-nosed crew mate. While Aquarius couldn't hear the discussion, she could see both smiling she high-fiving each other.

[dick-meister]

[ask-a-meister]

@chopperpirate

“Hello, ocean!” 

The beach was not a common sight for the DWMA students. True, their missions took them all over the world--but every time they had to head back home to that city in the Nevada desert. 

“But today is a beach day!” 

Patty Thompson was shouting to no one in particular. While her classmates were still unpacking the van, she already had all the belongings she needed: towel, umbrella, floatie ducky innertube, phone, Bluetooth speaker, magazines, cooler full of ice and drinks--all of which she carried effortlessly, practically skipping across the sand. She was wearing sandals, a buttoned shirt, a straw beach hat, and jean shorts--and with her swimsuit already on underneath, she couldn’t wait to take them off and dive into the inviting blue ocean. 

As she ran forward, she shouted, “Nothing’s gonna get in my way!” 

Almost immediately her face collided with the sand. 

“Umph!” She lifted up her head, spitting out sand. “What the hell got in my way--” 

Her tirade was interrupted by her phone landing on her head, as it had flown out of her hands when she tripped. Then the speaker. Then the magazines. Clutching her banged-up head, she waved her hand to get the papers out of her eyes--before her towel slowly floated down and landed on her head. She let out an annoyed groan. That’s when the cooler finished the job, its corner practically lodging into her skull. She laid dead-motionless for a few seconds. 

Then came the scream: “AAAAARGG!” Patty growled, throwing the mess up into the air, fire in her eyes, pounding her fists against the sand like a child having a tantrum. “Who is responsible for this--” 

While she was still lying down on her belly, her now sandal-less left foot felt something. 

“Hmm?” 

Touch, touch. 

She shrieked. 

“IT’S A FURRY BEACH TARANTULA!” 

Patty was on her feet, armed with the beach umbrella, ready to stab it downward into the hairy threat--when she saw a round furry ball atop the sand. 

“Huh--how did I miss that?” 

She poked it again with her foot. 

“Hmm…” 

She nudged the ball a little harder with her foot. 

“MMMM!” she whined, before she just stepped on it, slamming the bottom of her foot down hard onto the ball--

A stream of water splashed right at her forehead. 

“EW! Spitting beach tarantula!” 

Patty wiped her face with the towel, then she had a realization: 

“Tarantulas don’t spit water.” 

That’s when the ball started to cough, revealing who he really was. 

She looked more closely at the furball--and her eyes widened in realization. 

“Oh my god--Chopper?!” 

[chopperpirate]

Indeed, this pre-teen was just an ordinary human in spite of Pixy Misa's prior magic. The Witch Soul seemed to fade slowly back into a regular soul, as though she were only a witch at certain times. It was certainly a new phenomenon, but the unconscious girl wasn't telling any secrets.

Chopper waved his arms as if telling Patty not to do it, still seeming to treat the toy knife as though it were a real one.

"Black Star! So mean! Fine! Patty'll do it instead!" Chopper grabbed Patty's hand and held it in order to ensure she'd be too distracted to make any moves with the knife. It wouldn't be long before they boarded the wheel.

"This thing sits four! What a coincidence that only Black Star managed to catch up with us! Now it works perfectly~!" Chopper didn't seem to think it was important to ask where Maka's group were or how he was separated. He just smiled and took his seat, knowing things would be fine.

[multisvoices]

Beatrice watched the boy from the corner of her eyes, having long grown tired of looking at the same tome thst didn’t change. She was putting it aside in favor of watching the most interesting thing she’d seen in a long time. She wasn’t quite sure why on earth that feeling came over her, but decided she must just be tired.

“Betty was only making a suggestion, not necessarily a fact, in fact. Not everyone has magic, in fact. But you have some kind of ability, I suppose. Just not mana-related.” Beatrice played with her pigtails again as she twirled them around and around. “What is a wizard?”

Beatrice watched as he did some amusing things which might have made her capable of laughter if she wasn’t so consumed with waiting for That Person. Her lips twitched a little bit before she promptly stifled it and returned to her trademark frown. “What are you doing, I suppose? Betty has never seen such a strange pose or a strange gesture before.”

“….” She just sat there and watched, for once not having any snide or rude comments to say. This child, while loud and annoying like the other one, he had not insulted her or the library so she did not mind one way or the other. Either way, it didn’t matter. Eventually, this one would go, too, like the others, taken by time or death, and Betty would be all alone

There was no reason to get attached when they would all just age away and die, leaving Betty all alone, right?

@chopperpirate

[chopperpirate]

The way he was spoken to felt aggressive and almost like an assault. Beatrice switched up her stance. First she wanted him to leave then she said she was always left behind. Two contradictory issues. If she was lonely, why would she order him to leave? If she wanted him to leave, why would her main complaint be loneliness?

Beyond this, the accusation of having laughed at Beatrice made Chopper feel confused. Sure, she probably wasn't omniscient, but given the placement of her library, Chopper assumed she often overheard conversations. He thought Beatrice might have overheard him one of the many times he spoke to Rem regarding his concerns about the spirit. Did something he said get misinterpreted?

"My business was just getting some company while I wrote my medical research. I dunno why you think I'd make fun of you. Maybe I haven't been as good a friend as I thought these past few weeks. I'm sorry if you felt left out, but it's hard to take someone along who doesn't want to leave their library."

[chopperpirate]

Bro. Why is AI writing always so dramatic?

Me: So do you want Italian or French for dinner?

Ai:

"So do you want Italian or French for dinner?" The question threw Steve off. Staring at Bob longingly, memories of their first date after he lost his son flooded back. The throbbing of his heart melted away his m melancholic sense of dread as the warmth of the moment reminded him how to love.

"Sushi..." He whispered, voice cracking with the frailty of a scared child. "I want us to have sushi."

Not naming names (call out posts aren't my thing) but it's embarrassing how obvious it is that some of us are using AI for my threads.

[chopperpirate]

"Can I have your autograph?"

[musedbyalli]

"I suppose I could do that for you~" It wasn't a complicated request and it was nice to get the admiration that she felt she deserved. "What do you want me to sign for you?"

[chopperpirate]

Chopper removed his hat, allowing the woman to sign it with a marker from his pocket. "Ah! This!" He smiled wide and waited as he revealed his fluffy head.

[chopperpirate]

@einzbern-princess

"I heard about your daughter. She's turning 8 very soon."

Chopper's head lowered to hide his unease, understanding that with the ill-fated nature of Einzbern homunculi, Grail Vessels specifically, this may be the only time he'd be able to attend a festivity with both mother and daughter of this family.

"I hope I get to meet her and Kiritsugu." He lifted his head, presenting a politely subdued smile to Irisviel.

[chopperpirate]

"A restaurant that owes my crew a favor called Goof's Golly Kitchen."

Chopper instantly answered with a big smile, figuring that he should help a minority owned business out. Minks were an underrepresented group.

[chopperpirate]

@garglemyballsack

Chopper shot a sharp glare the hero's way, his small hooves clenching their cloves together like fists.

"Recreational drugs are irresponsible! You'd better not be taking medicine for the fun of it!"

As a doctor, he felt anger not at Soldier Boy, but at the evils of mankind that resulted in the manufacture of such horrid narcotics.

[chopperpirate]

@homclander

"Professional superhero and curer of disease, Chopperman!"

With that confident introduction, the caped reindeer crossed his arms, beginning to levitate until he was at eye level with the superhero before him. A sharp glare in his eyes, his teeth gritting in a show of righteous indignation.

"Your threats are as empty as your cape!"

Whatever that meant, Chopperman was clearly offended by the aggression, yet his ability to return the favor was laughable. Who knew how strong or weak he was physically, but the reindeer was not gifted at verbal assaults.

[nemekii]

Plotted with @chopperpirate

"Hi Chopper!" Kolulu loudly called to her friend, waiving her sleeved arm up high in hopes the doctor would notice her. The young mamodo was wearing a light-pink colored kimono with lots of flower and fish scale patterns. When he and his friends approached, Kolulu's face lit up. "This is my big sister, Lori!" She would look up to the older girl accompanying her, whom giggled and waved politely.

"So this is the famous Chopper" Lori would playfully joke with a smile. "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you." She crouched closer to his level and would give Chopper's hoof a couple handshakes. While Lori was human, she and Kolulu affectionately called each other sisters. The middle schooler was also in a kimono of her own, as was everyone else at the festival.

[chopperpirate]

It was clear that Robin had her preference for Chopper's default state, though at the end of the day, Chopper was still himself no matter what form he took. She didn't like to say it was possible for the doctor to be loved less by herself or the rest of the crew, even if his small and conventionally cute form was her preference. It was less because it looked cute in her mind and more because Robin felt it was the form that best exemplified Chopper's kind personality.

Releasing Kolulu to allow her to get into position with Tia, Chopper did his best to stand on the opposite side of his friend to Tia, wrapping one arm happily around Kolulu again as Robin readied her camera.

"Smile for everyone. I'll be making copies for your human partners and our crew." Robin gave a playful reminder before snapping a few pictures from different angles. In every picture, Chopper smiled and kept his attention on their photographer.

[ask-a-meister]

@chopperpirate

“Hello, ocean!” 

The beach was not a common sight for the DWMA students. True, their missions took them all over the world--but every time they had to head back home to that city in the Nevada desert. 

“But today is a beach day!” 

Patty Thompson was shouting to no one in particular. While her classmates were still unpacking the van, she already had all the belongings she needed: towel, umbrella, floatie ducky innertube, phone, Bluetooth speaker, magazines, cooler full of ice and drinks--all of which she carried effortlessly, practically skipping across the sand. She was wearing sandals, a buttoned shirt, a straw beach hat, and jean shorts--and with her swimsuit already on underneath, she couldn’t wait to take them off and dive into the inviting blue ocean. 

As she ran forward, she shouted, “Nothing’s gonna get in my way!” 

Almost immediately her face collided with the sand. 

“Umph!” She lifted up her head, spitting out sand. “What the hell got in my way--” 

Her tirade was interrupted by her phone landing on her head, as it had flown out of her hands when she tripped. Then the speaker. Then the magazines. Clutching her banged-up head, she waved her hand to get the papers out of her eyes--before her towel slowly floated down and landed on her head. She let out an annoyed groan. That’s when the cooler finished the job, its corner practically lodging into her skull. She laid dead-motionless for a few seconds. 

Then came the scream: “AAAAARGG!” Patty growled, throwing the mess up into the air, fire in her eyes, pounding her fists against the sand like a child having a tantrum. “Who is responsible for this--” 

While she was still lying down on her belly, her now sandal-less left foot felt something. 

“Hmm?” 

Touch, touch. 

She shrieked. 

“IT’S A FURRY BEACH TARANTULA!” 

Patty was on her feet, armed with the beach umbrella, ready to stab it downward into the hairy threat--when she saw a round furry ball atop the sand. 

“Huh--how did I miss that?” 

She poked it again with her foot. 

“Hmm…” 

She nudged the ball a little harder with her foot. 

“MMMM!” she whined, before she just stepped on it, slamming the bottom of her foot down hard onto the ball--

A stream of water splashed right at her forehead. 

“EW! Spitting beach tarantula!” 

Patty wiped her face with the towel, then she had a realization: 

“Tarantulas don’t spit water.” 

That’s when the ball started to cough, revealing who he really was. 

She looked more closely at the furball--and her eyes widened in realization. 

“Oh my god--Chopper?!” 

[chopperpirate]

Pixy Misa was hammering away at the windshield for a while when suddenly, a book slammed against her head, sending the girl flying to the ground.

"UGYAH!"

Pixy Misa was knocked unconscious… surprisingly easily. Her Love-Love Monster had also bled to death from having its jaw destroyed, its gigantic body toppled over behind the witch. After a few seconds, Misa's body transformed into that of a somewhat shorter, black-haired preteen girl, still with a bump on her head from Maka's attack, totally motionless and still unconscious. They had defeated Pixy Misa solely by her lack of physicality compared to the others, her specialty being purely magic based.

Meanwhile, the Dugongs carried Black Star right over to where Chopper stood in line with the other two. The reindeer frowned softly, realizing Black Star was the only one not changed out of his swimwear.

"Uwah! They should've dropped you off by the ship! Are we gonna be allowed in like this? I guess there are some water rides."

That sure was a nice way to greet Black Star again. Chopper rubbed the back of his head to shake away the anxiety. Their turn in line was coming up. Chopper rummaged through his pocket to make sure he had enough money to pay for everyone's admission.

"I wanna go on the Ferris Wheel first, but it's so high! Black Star! Hold my hand while we go on it, okay?" A shameless request that he had no hesitation making as he pointed to a Ferris Wheel they could see from outside the park. A pirate captain with a fear of heights. How pathetic.

[multisvoices]

Beatrice watched the boy from the corner of her eyes, having long grown tired of looking at the same tome thst didn’t change. She was putting it aside in favor of watching the most interesting thing she’d seen in a long time. She wasn’t quite sure why on earth that feeling came over her, but decided she must just be tired.

“Betty was only making a suggestion, not necessarily a fact, in fact. Not everyone has magic, in fact. But you have some kind of ability, I suppose. Just not mana-related.” Beatrice played with her pigtails again as she twirled them around and around. “What is a wizard?”

Beatrice watched as he did some amusing things which might have made her capable of laughter if she wasn’t so consumed with waiting for That Person. Her lips twitched a little bit before she promptly stifled it and returned to her trademark frown. “What are you doing, I suppose? Betty has never seen such a strange pose or a strange gesture before.”

“….” She just sat there and watched, for once not having any snide or rude comments to say. This child, while loud and annoying like the other one, he had not insulted her or the library so she did not mind one way or the other. Either way, it didn’t matter. Eventually, this one would go, too, like the others, taken by time or death, and Betty would be all alone

There was no reason to get attached when they would all just age away and die, leaving Betty all alone, right?

@chopperpirate

[chopperpirate]

Chopper was sitting on a chair eating potato chips from his world, simply enjoying the snack while it lasted when Beatrice came over to him with crying eyes.

"Mmm? Mghdrg!?"

Chopper started choking on one of the chips, shocked she would ask such a thing. There she went again with the talk about That Person, a title Chopper never claimed to have earned and one he'd also never gotten clarification as to the meaning of.

The reindeer forced himself to swallow what he was eating, now staring wide-eyed at the child before him. Putting the bag of chips down on a table, he stood from his chair and forced an uneasy smile.

"If you live, good things could happen to you!"

That was the best advice he could think to give, though he doubted it would really sell to Beatrice. He needed information that this child still hadn't given him, though for now, he kept a patient smile that he hoped would distract from his worried gaze.