#the mushroom incident (fanfic)

[minecraftrelatedrandomness]

u/JustALittleButtonHatRat:

AITA for not wanting to burn a dried mushroom?

I (adult M?) am staying in a huge mansion with several of my friends for the winter. Two of those friends are O (adult M) and S (adult M), the latter of whom I swear is a witch. A couple of weeks ago, I went exploring in the basement of the house and found a dried blue mushroom with orange spots; I decided to keep it because I thought it was pretty.

A few days ago, after a very dangerous incident involving sizeshifting cat clones (blame S for that), some of my friends and I went to the boiler room of the house and saw it was filled with this blue fungus that was the exact same thing as my mushroom. Apparently, there's an infestation of it in there (O planted one in there to get rid of an insect infestation and then it spread out of control all over the place), and they give off toxic spores that can kill everyone if you breathe them in. O and some of S's family members apparently got killed by breathing in those spores (don't worry, O's okay now).

I then pointed out that I had my dried mushroom and nothing's ever happened to me because of it. O and S panicked and told me to burn my mushroom, with S wanting to confiscate it in order to destroy it. I refused to, because maybe it's harmless if it's dried like mine? I was okay the whole time I had it.

S then opened a way into the toxic spore boiler room, apparently to show me how unsafe it is to go in there? He said it was a warning, but I told him outright that it sounded like a threat.

Later, I talked with my lawyer friend about this and they said maybe we could have used my dried mushroom to investigate more about this kind of mushroom, especially because S (who is, as I said, a witch) might be able to make something that can make us immune to the toxic spores.

I suggested this to them, but S said that "nothing good can come of it" and refused to, and that witchcraft always goes wrong whenever we used it (re: sizeshifting cat clones. Also, another friend E and I got turned into cats once because of a potions accident; it was a whole thing, don't worry, we're back to normal now). When they told me to throw the mushroom in, I faked it and threw in something else instead… I just couldn't do it. My mushroom never did anyone harm for as long as I've had it.

I couldn't keep it a secret for very long after that because my lawyer friend made me swear I did, and I ended up giving the mushroom to S so he could burn it.

AITA for wanting to keep the mushroom? I'm really sad just thinking about it now.

Edit 1: For context, S is the resident farmer and chef among our friends; O is the resident tinkerer/engineer/scientist guy, and we joke that he makes all of the rules.

Edit 2: It's been about a week and a half since the incident and S gave me a replica mushroom he made as a Christmas present. Should I forgive him?

[Out-of-universe disclaimers: The entire post would, in theory, have probably been written with the help of other rats because this would chronologically take place before "A Letter to Home". I'm hand-waving the "how they got the mushroom" part because r!Will canonically did not remember this, but let's just assume (for the purposes of this post) that we as fleas/chat reminded them of this by tracking the VODs.]

[This post was written at the request of @willowmvp.]

[Cross-posted on AO3 as "The Mushroom Incident".]

[lanitalay]

Before I Say Goodnight

Introduction

Reader insert ACOTAR fanfic, pairing tbd

Premise: 21st century fem!reader gets transported to the world of ACOTAR after a freak incident.

warnings: none, maybe a lil angsty

A/n: Hello! This is my first fic and an idea I have been wanting to see portrayed for a while. As of now the pairing could literally be anyone but personally I am partial to Eris or Cassian. Let me know if there are any tropes you'd like to see. I wanna make this a fun space so enjoy!!

Other chapters

It was colder than you had expected it to be. The Highlands were known for being cold and rainy but since summer began you had half hoped half prayed for a warm sunny day. The skies were obstructed by heavy looking clouds. It would rain soon and the end of the hike was nowhere in sight. Maybe this is why people shouldn't travel alone, you thought as thunder roared from above. If I was with someone I'm sure they would have checked the weather. But this was why you'd flown half way across the world by yourself. "I want to get lost in new cities" you had said to your parents who never thought this was a good idea to begin with. "I want to explore the world" how hopeful you were when it was just an idea. Now though, now you had to find shelter unless you wanted to get soaked. "This is so not worth it" you grumbled to yourself while looking around for some type of cover. There hadn't been a trace of civilization for a few hours now and according to the map the lodge was still a few miles away. Groaning, you go off the path and into the thick forest hoping to find a tree, a cave, a cabin, anything that could protect you from the weather. You walk in a straight line, careful not to get lost. Lightning strikes and thunder rattles you as you start to increase your pace a bit. The forest is dark and the wind sounds like a voice telling you to run. Run. Run. You start to jog a little, constantly looking back to make sure the path is still visible. To your horror, thick fog has rolled in from the mountains making it impossible to see more that twenty feet in front of you. Shit. Shit. Shit. You hadn't prepared for this. Hiking was always something you enjoyed, but you had no real survival skills. Other than a bit of information gleaned from your grandparents' stories or survival reality shows. I should stay here. That was the logical thing to do, avoid getting even more lost, once the fog clears make your way back. But another gust of wind urged you. Run. Run. Run. You looked around but there was nothing, absolutely nothing there except the trees, the wind and the ever encroaching rain. Nothing, not even an animal, not even an insect. Fuck. With a jump you start running in the opposite direction of the path. Something is wrong. Something feels off and wrong and you need to get away. There's a clearing coming up and a bit of sun is slipping through the break in the forest canopy. You stop dead in your tracks as you take in what's in front of you. Boulders the size of refrigerators are lined up in what seemed to be a perfectly symmetrical circle. Chills climb up your back. You walk slowly towards it, careful not to touch anything. The space feels sacred here. As you get closer you see that there are smaller and smaller boulders until they become tiny little rocks lined up exactly the same. Sweat runs cold. They seem to circle around nothing. In the center is a small round patch of grass lined with small mushrooms. Run. Run. Run. You don't know where to go, being here feels wrong but there seems to be an invisible wall that won't let you run back to the forest. The only way out was through. You walked slowly, as if someone was surveilling you, waiting, hoping for you to mess up. Avoiding any branches or roots that might make you trip, you get to the patch of grass. Thunder roared all around you. It shook the whole forest and left a ringing in your ears. Stepping over the mushrooms you place you right foot first and then the left. Only the floor is gone and you're falling. Falling. Falling. There's an immense pressure all around you, it feels like you're being pushed by the darkness itself and you're falling.

Just as it started it's over.

Shaking, you try to take a breath. What the fuck just happened? It's the only thing you can think. You take another breath and look up from the ground you just fell on. It's the forest. You realize you are lying in the middle of the same clearing. Well, it looks like the forest except the boulders and rocks are gone, the space barren. I'm gonna throw up. Run. Run. Run. You try to get up and manage to stand on wobbly legs as you feel for any injuries from the fall. There's no blood anywhere and the only pain seems to be the growing headache from trying to grasp what's happening. Then you hear them. Steps. Someone or something is close. You take off running back to where the path should be not willing to risk getting attacked by an animal. You're panting as you run and you look back for a second to make sure no one is chasing you when you run straight into a tree and blackness takes over.

You wince as you open your eyes and feel the thumping pain coming from your forehead, you touch it and feel a lump forming. Great. The fire crackles beside you and you freeze. Looking to the side you are terrified in place as you see an ethereal looking man with long red hair and a scar down his face looking back at you. "Hello", his tone is bored. "Who are you and what are you doing in this court?" You open your mouth to answer but close it again as you look closer. His ears are pointed and his eye seems to be mechanical. I've got to be hallucinating. Uncertain, you answer "I'm y/n and I have no idea where I am or how I got here." Did I eat one of those mushrooms? This has to be the worst trip ever. You swallow and more quietly say "Am I in danger?" He pokes at the fire and says "I'm not going to hurt you, but this isn't a safe place for a human". "What's your name?" he sighs, like he's tired of answering that question.

"Lucien".

[mrpuzzlessimp420]

Mario Simulator (Joke Fic)

Ships: Marware, BatteryAcid (Mr Puzzles x Orange Juice), SMG34 (minor)

Mushroom Akademi was your normal pseudo-japanese highschool and Mario was a normal student.

He had... awful as shit grades because he didn't concentrate in class (god I wish I was that carefree ) and had a decent enough reputation, expect for that one incident where he was caught... you don't want to know what he was caught doing.

Anyway, Mario was normal.

He awoke to his loud two trucks alarm and started to get ready for the day. Putting on his highschool girl uniform that definitely did not look like the sailor scout uniform, not brushing his teeth and grabbing a plate of spaghetti to eat.

He quickly checked his phone to see that it was... 8 a'clock??? He was going to be late and get told of by SMG4 because of it!

Spaghetti plate still in hand, he rushed out the door, trying his best not to trip and be a clutz like he always is.

He eventually arrived at the school, only 2 minutes late and ran to his class, before realising he had no clue where he was going and had to check his timetable, which he also realised he lost like 5 months ago.

After 10 minutes of searching for his class, he finally found it and sat down in his seat, absolutely exhausted, spaghetti plate still in hand.

"Mario? You're late again? This is the 20th time this week! You know what I don't care, just don't be a nuisance like yesterday." Karen stated, not giving a crap about Mario because she is a girlboss, a legend and the moment.

The lesson went surprisingly quickly as the entire time Mario was finishing of his spaghetti or talking to SMG4 about memes or some cringey shit like that.

When the lesson and 2nd period was over, it was finally break.

Mario ran to say hello to his friends before a figure caught his eye.

The figure was a tall, handsome TV head giving out audition leaflets for a school play, rather dramatically you could say... and pathetically as he was literally on his hands and knees begging one student to join, a crying baby face replacing his normal emotes on his TV head.

Mario's heart skipped a beat. Oh how he had fallen for this TV head for the past couple of months. Yeah he tried to mind-control his friends to force them to preform in a everlasting play but that was ages ago. Honestly, Mario was down bad for him, his patheticness, his passion for the arts, his dramatic nature. I mean he was even good to look at, I mean look at those cables and wires (bro 😭) .

"Mario? MARIO!"

Mario finally snapped out of his god damn solioquy and lovestruck pinning just to be faced with a very annoyed SMG4.

"Where you even listening to anything I said?" SMG4 asked, pissed that Mario hadn't been listening for the 100th time this week.

"Uhhhh..." Mario said before saying the most, disgusting, revolting thing you ever have seen that had to be censored for the sake of EVERYONE'S sanity.

"What? No??? I was explaining the entire FNAF lore." SMG4 explained like the cringe pathetic loser he is.

"I honestly still don't get it." Meggy stated

"I do." SMG3 stated, with lovestruck eyes that told everyone in the room that he did not understand anything SMG4 just said and just liked to hear SMG4's voice

"Ha ha Gayyyyyy!" Mario shouted before being punched in the face by SMG3

"Shut Up! You like Mr Puzzles!!!" SMG3 declared, deflecting Mario's accusation back onto Mario.

"That's because he's-" Mario was once again censored by the Great Fanfic Writer in the sky who didn't want to write out the disgusting thing Mario just said about Mr Puzzles

"We.. didn't need to know that but anyway what was I on about again?" SMG4 asked, forgetting his entire lore dump he just did a few minutes before hand.

"You were on about the lore of FNAF?" SMG3 stated, looking back at SMG4 with eyes that were screaming with 'I love you so much, I want to hear your voice all the time, we are friends, we are literally soulmates made for each other, I would literally die and kill for you.'

"Oh yeah!" SMG4 was a oblivious idiot and didn't notice SMG3's obvious pinning "Anyway Foxy Bro killed his own brother or some shit and got really depressed ig, couldn't be me"

SMG4 went on to ramble about FNAF again but Mario got bored immediately. Why would anyone care about a Purple Guy and some dead children? The lore was way to complex for Mario's stupid little brain anyway, he couldn't even count to 10 let alone remember all of that.

Mario's focus went back to the pathetic Vox look-alike and sighed lovely.

He was perfect to Mario. Absolutely perfect. Though he was a bumbling idiot and still not fully redeemed, he was harmless and Mario knew he could fix him.

Mr Puzzles was now acting like that desperate clinging to a student to get them to join didn't happen and was still handing out leaflets for the audition.

Maybe Mario could audition? It's not like he had anything better to do with his life other than eat spaghetti and annoy SMG4 24/7. And it gave him the excuse to hang out with the handsome TV head.

Before Mario could think any longer, a new character appeared on screen and jokely spooked Mr Puzzles, which caused Mr Puzzles to jump and move his hands dramatically like a primary schooler trying way to hard in a poorly done school play.

Mario immediately didn't like this new figure. How dare they spook their one and only true love? And be friendly with him? (Damn Mario just let him have friends, he needs them desperately)

The figure was tall, taller than Mr Puzzles in fact which was a surprise, and extremely buff, looking like that one yaoi art base (you know the one). His head was replaced with a glass of orange juice which for some reasons had eyes on it, like working eyes. Mario didn't question it though as the canonical SMG4 universe was already lacking of lore on how the fuck Mr Puzzles is alive after he cut his head off.

"Awww, did I scare you pookie bear? I'm sorry~!" the figure said, kissing his lover on the check loving.

"I-It's okay OJ-Kun! You just scared me a little that's all." Mr Puzzles said, extremely flustered and shy now out of no where, acting like a uwu soft twink.

Mario was seething with anger. Mr Puzzles had a lover? A boyfriend? This was not okay. Only Mario could be his boyfriend and if he couldn't, then no one could.

An idea popped into Mario's head, quite surprising as he probably didn't have any braincells left.

A very... unique idea.

You see, there was something actually... unnormal about Mario.

He was what you would call...

A yandere.

(part 2 when??? Lol)

[bookofmirth]

I’m not sure how long ago this was, but you were once asked, “what is one mistake that Cassian and Azriel probably wrote down after Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn told them about their experience in the Blood Rite?” and one of the things that you said was, “can't remember how long they were on the mountain, but... perhaps they would emphasize more survival skills. Obviously they didn't expect the women to actually have to sleep out there and find food etc., so I wouldn't be surprised if things like that make up part of their future training.”

So, this got me thinking…what if Cassian and Azriel and Mor (I think she’ll help train the Valkyries) take the girls out camping in the Illyrian mountains. They separate off into teams and they learn different things about survival. Nesta goes with Cassian, Emerie goes with Mor (👀) and Gwyn goes with Azriel. There could even be a challenge; there’s a certain destination they have to reach and whoever gets there first wins. Maybe it’ll take a few days to get there. No flying or winnowing is allowed. I feel like this would be great since they will learn actual skills, but if Gwyn and Azriel are paired up then we’ll see how they work together. They’re both competitive and smart. I think it would be entertaining if this happens after the necklace incident is brought up/revealed or after both of them get into an argument (when Gwyn calls Azriel out on his bullshit). Things will be tense and maybe awkward, but they’ll have to communicate if they want to win the challenge. Something that I thought was interesting. I definitely think if this happens then Nessian will be last, because they’ll be too busy screwing each others brains out..😂😂

So this is somewhat unrelated, but one time I did write a headcanon of the Valkyries going camping together and getting into mushrooms and it still makes me laugh to think of it. I can't find them atm because Tumblr search sucks.

This idea would make such a good fanfic, though! You could have chapters focus on different couples. Or, alternatively, it could be men versus women, with lots of banter and teasing about how whipped everyone is, especially those who aren't yet officially coupled up. I can't decide if it would be funnier to have Gwyn versus Azriel, or them on a team and joining forces to be the most competitive couple ever. Az trying to "teach" Gwyn would turn into her doing it better, and him then pushing her harder until obviously they win, and are the only ones who care about winning. Meanwhile like you said, Cassian is trying to "teach" Nesta about survival skills and she's all pragmatic about it, like "hello, I am magical for a reason, these rules are ridiculous" and she starts tempting him with her wiles. And Mor and Emerie turn it into "oh my god, you had a crush on that celebrity, too?" and talking about strategies for dealing with shitty fathers and how differently they'd do everything with their own kids.

[zeldaseyebrows]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you to my talented friend @linksthoughtbrambles for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Five. I write sloooow

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

182,205

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Legend of Zelda

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Calamity of Link's Cargo Shorts

Sacrilege and Sororities

The Mushroom Risotto Incident

Cross My Heart

In the Blood

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. People take the time to comment, so I will always take the time to respond. I sincerely appreciate people taking the time to comment, since it makes my day and fuels my fic writing.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm allergic to unhappy endings, so I'll never end anything truly sad. In the Blood is the angstiest one so far (that will have a happy ending), but I also have a Hylink fic in the works that will probably be the most sad (but will still have a good ending imo).

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Cross My Heart. They go get hitched in "West Hyrule"/California and live happily ever after.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully not yet. Everyone has been very kind so far.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind.

All of my fics on AO3 are rated E, so... Yep. But I don't write it without plot. I have to have the plot and character development.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No, but I'd love to do some silly ones. I did draw a lotr crossover that would be fun. And HTTYD. And Star Trek!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. I was not happy about it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not, but I'd be honored if that ever happened!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not officially, but I am writing a fic that my friend Newt and I came up with together. Selkie AU let's goooo

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Ooof I would have to say zelink/hylink, but I am also BIG into Xena/Gabrielle, Kirk/Spock, Mako/Raleigh, Rauru/Sonia, Jon/Martin, and Achilles/Patroklos (from the Iliad solely and specifically!).

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have way too much faith in myself that I'll finish fics. But I was thinking of writing a silly ice skating/blades of glory AU that I will probably not get around to.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Humor and emotional resonance I think? That's what people seem to enjoy and what I try to convey too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm terrible at setting the scene. Description is noooot my thing at all. I try to work on being better at it though, especially with more atmospheric writing like in my zombie apocalypse AU.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm not sure if I understand this question correctly. Like lotr style making up an entire new language, or contemporary writing using a different modern language and not translating it? I don't foresee needing to do either with any fic for loz, since it's not like I'm going to have Link or Zelda bust out some untranslated Elvish etc for funsies (since that wouldn't be fun for anyone). If I was writing something and wanted to specify it was in another language, I'd probably keep it in English and italicize it so the reader knows, like I did in Cross My Heart.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I think I wrote some Grade A Absolute Crap fanfic that never saw the light of day for star trek. A simpler, still very embarrassing time.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Cross My Heart. I liked the plot, the weird structure, and the revenge narrative. It's near and dear to my own heart

[flutefemme]

Every now and again I like to gift an author with an illustration of a fanfic of theirs that I have immensely enjoyed. This illustration is for @zeldaseyebrows fanfiction, "The Mushroom Risotto Incident" on Ao3. This is from Chapter 2, "Stir".

Link and Zelda fall into a sweet, confortable routine together, but Zelda just can't bring herself to confess her love to Link due to guilt from "accidentally" witnessing an embarrassing moment before Ganon was vanquished. The fic is rated E(18+) so please mind content warnings.

I love this sweet moment of adoration and cuddles.

[miss-atena]

If it's not inconvenience, I would like to make an Oc× Cannon request with Jamil and my Oc Yumi, where after some time of dating, Jamil always thought that his girlfriend was someone cute who should be protected, now imagine the surprise when he discovers that his loved one is from a family of spies and assassins and the current leader (we can say that he saw Yumi getting rid of some assassins who were after Kalim and Yumi reveals who she is not a helpless aunt like that)

First TWST request lesgooo!! I don't think I have written for Jamil ever, besides very crack meme-ish stuff, so this is interesting to say the least! Hope I do the Snake Charmer justice, and Yumi justice for the matter!

Since you didn't specify, i'm doing this in Fanfic format instead of my headcanons format, let me know if you prefer it another way!

TW: Attempted homicide.

Jamil Viper X Yumi Yozakura - unnusual surprise

Jamil was never one for surprises. He liked to know all he could, to better prepare himself mentally for any troubles that could come his way. It has been this way since he became Kalim's babysi- uhm, I mean, Kalim's bodyguard. Sometimes even a look into someone's eyes told him all he needed, and Jamil was always calm and collected while doing his duties, albeit furious inside most times. Was it due to jealousy? Stress? Who really knows. Something he took pride in, however, was his lover. Yumi never gave him trouble. Quite the opposite, sometimes she was the help he needed to convince Kalim that stepping into the mushroom ring in the woods behind the campus was certainly NOT a good idea whatsoever. Yumi was always calm and collected, and Jamil had no reason to doubt her intentions near Kalim or himself. A Magicless human from another world, even if she is brilliant and capable in the physical aspect, could never compare in strength to him and his magic.

After a while they started to date Jamil felt more and more comfortable just... to allow himself to indulge in the moments with Yumi. Honest to the Seven, he never thought someone could understand his troubles, but Yumi did, somehow. And it helped him a lot.

Though things never stay peaceful in his life, it seems. During one of the many parties in Scarabia, Kalim made sure to "smoothly" invite Yumi (what can he say, he likes to see Jamil happy!), and everything seemed all fine! Everyone was dancing, eating, and enjoying themselves! But Yumi noticed a strange behavior from one of the students. This strange Heartslabyul student seemed to fidget a lot with his blazer pocket and also to be anxiously eyeing Jamil and Kalim. Jamil had to take a break to get some extra food, and while he took a second of his attention off, the suspicious student made his way to Kalim.

Yumi couldn't stop glaring at him, and with the littlest hints of a blade she saw in this boy's pocket, she took matters into her own hands. Wrapping her hands around his arm, pushing him to the floor and making sure to trap his armed hand behind his back, where she swiftly knocked the blade over. Everyone was staring in shock, but she knew that even worse than having all the attention on her, would be to have Kalim hurt, while Jamil wasn't there... or so she thought he wasn't. He had mastered the art of walking silently, much like a snake slithers its way near their prey. Jamil put a hand on her shoulder, although a bit shocked at the view he saw. "I can handle this, from here." Yumi stared at him for a split second, before she let the boy go, him cursing about how strong that girl is, and how he was so fucked after this.

The party was quickly shut off after the incident, and Yumi was kept with Kalim on the lounge while Jamil took the assassin to the headmage. "So... were ya gonna tell us anytime soon you are, like, a super duper cool fighter?" "Huh?" "C'mon~! The way you were so quick with that guy, it was awesome!" "Well, uh, thanks Kalim. It's nothing, really" "Nuh-uh! I bet everyone found it super cool too! Can you teach me it, like, you took his arm, twisted and he was on the ground? Or was there something else?" "I-" "Kalim, you are not learning that." "Aw, man... Maybe one day, I guess haha!" Yumi could hear Jamil mumbling about how he hoped Kalim never learned how to fight like that. "Uhm, well I guess I should be going back to Ramshackle now. Grim probably did his own party there, with the tuna, while I was here and... I bet he will want me to clean it up." "Oh Okay! G'night Yumi!" As Yumi was making her way to the hall of mirrors, Jamil stopped her at the entrance of Scarabia. "Wait. I have something to say." "Jamil, I... Look, I'm sorry I never told you I know how to fight, I, uh, well it's a long long long story on how I got like this but... I just... Didn't really want you to not be around me anymore, or see me as a threat to Kalim or anything like that." "I'm not mad. I was... surprised, yes. But not mad." Jamil sighed, at least there wasn't anyone else to him so... vulnerable. "I appreciate what you did there. I could've handled it, but still, I appreciate it." After a small pause, he continued "And it is good that I won't need to protect you, like I have to do with a certain someone."

Jamil may never admit it, but this confession held way more value to him than it showed. He saw Yumi as an equal. It was important to him, that he knew she didn't need him to protect her at any moment. Her being able to fend for herself meant, to him at least, that he wouldn't be staying awake at night thinking if she was safe when she was not around.

"Just for the love of the Seven, if you have any other things that I don't know yet, tell me instead of suddenly showcasing your abilities." "Then how about I sit with you in the cafeteria tomorrow for a chat?" "... Will it give me a headache?" "Actually, probably." "I think I may be regretting my words way sooner than I expected."

Hope you enjoy it! This is my first written work for TWST being published online, and I'm still getting the hang of writing everyone, but I'm a practical learner >:))

Have a great Day/Night!

[paipie0]

My fanfic updated. There’s 3 chapters out rn. Read it if you want a Rhodes Island characters in Limbus Company AU.

[justmestone]

Introducing my Mario OC, Prince Rohan Toadstool for my Super Mario fanfic trilogy that I will provide links for below.

Prince Rohan Toadstool is the Crowned Prince of the Mushroom Kingdom. He is a year older than his cousins Peach and Daisy. He was raised under a very happy household with his parents, King Stephen and Queen Carol. After Peach’s parents died, she moved to Rohan’s family’s home. He had a very successful future set out for him…until one day, Bowser attacked his castle home and set fire to it, killing both his parents. He and Peach stayed under a roof beam during the chaos until Rosalina saved them.

During the years after that incident which Rohan still has PTSD over, he was supposedly the sole caretaker of Peach while his other family members were in Sarasaland, busy with Daisy. However, he still kept sane and proud when Peach was crowned the princess/ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom.

Things in the Mushroom Kingdom were kinda peaceful until…Bowser stole the Power Star and two certain plumbers showed up…

[minecraftrelatedrandomness]

Masterpost: Tell Me, Did I Do Wrong?

AKA the cubito AITA collection

[main Tumblr tag] [AO3 series]

Main fic [AO3]

u/PurpleCastleLover: AITA for accidentally killing a guy who was extorting me for money with a bounty? [Tumblr] [AO3] [Poll]

u/nightingale_throwaway_0227: AITA for being born? [Tumblr] [AO3] [Poll]

u/patriot_turned_pirate: AITA for murdering eight people over a side comment? [Tumblr] [AO3] [Poll]

u/RecordKeepingChaosPotato: AITA for eating someone's ship? [Tumblr] [AO3]

u/SociallyJetLaggedArchivist: AITA for accidentally starting a fight over a gun? [Tumblr] [AO3]

Spin-offs

The Mushroom Incident (Rats)

u/JustALittleButtonHatRat: AITA for not wanting to burn a dried mushroom? [Tumblr] [AO3] [Poll]

Chronica Siderum [AO3]

u/throwaway_astrorum: AITA for leaving my closest friend to die after an argument? [Tumblr] [AO3] [Poll]

u/SADZookeeper: AITA for failing to protect my brother? [Tumblr] [AO3] [Poll]

u/SADZookeeper: Update [Tumblr] [AO3]

[victorluvsalice]

Valice Shipping Week, Day 8: Author’s Choice - Other Woman!

And so we come to the final day of Valice Shipping Week -- and we end on a Vemlicia short. Figures, huh? ;p Look, I really wanted to do something with the Somebody I Used To Know verse -- I’ve done so much work on creating Wonderland weapons and outfits for this foursome, I feel like I’ve neglected their actual story a bit. Felt good to actually WRITE something for them. Since the prompt was “author’s choice” and the verse a poly one, I decided to take inspiration from Emily canonically sobbing that Victoria was the “other woman.” Of course, in this verse, Emily has no issue with sharing Victor with Victoria, or Alice. . .but it seems someone else might. . .

"So – now that everyone is assembled, can you please tell us just what was so funny at that party?"

"Please," Victoria nodded, frowning at Victor. "It's been bothering me all night."

"Sorry," Victor said, looking around the group with an embarrassed little grin. "I didn't want to keep you in such suspense. I simply thought it would be easier to tell all of you at once."

"Fair enough," Alice allowed, swinging a leg idly and making the over-sized mushroom cap they were all perched on jiggle. "Though we could have tried conjuring up Emily from the ether when you came home."

"I know, but – it was a long party," Victor admitted, running his fingers through his hair. "I just wanted to get to bed."

"I've no doubt, if it was one thrown by your mother," Emily said, shaking her head. "I'm surprised you and Victoria even went, honestly."

"Well, we'd missed the previous three, and Nell was starting to get – upset," Victoria said, pressing her fingers between her eyes. "Better to give up a night to ourselves than get embroiled in a months-long argument with my mother-in-law. I just wish we could have brought Alice. It would have been nice to have a friendly face to look upon when we retired to the drawing room after dinner."

"On the one hand, I'm sorry that I couldn't have been there to help you through it," Alice said, looking up at the sky through the multicolored leaves of the trees. "On the other, I'm happy that I didn't have to sit through another Nell Van Dort monologue. I swear, no one can grab hold of a conversation and squeeze the life out of it quite like her. What was tonight's topic?"

"Her recent trip to Brighton," Victoria reported. "With her making sure to mention every possibly-noble person she may have brushed elbows with. I've tried to tell her that such name-checking is rather gauche, but. . ." She shrugged.

"She'll never understand," Victor sighed. "She lives for that sort of thing. Just let it wash over you and nod occasionally – that's what I do."

"I'm glad I don't have to deal with her," Emily said, making a face. "I met enough people like that during my living years. . .so what happened on the menfolk's side of things, then?"

"Oh, nothing," Victor said with a sly little smile. "Just my father and Lord Everglot pulling me aside before we entered the smoking room. They wished to talk to me about my 'personal arrangements.'"

The ladies shared a confused look. "Personal – what, like your – clothes?" Emily guessed, raising an eyebrow.

"That seems more your mother's specialty than theirs," Alice noted.

"No, no," Victor said, holding up a hand. "As in how I run my household. Specifically, my servants."

Alice sighed, rolling her eyes as she leaned back on her hands. "Oh dear. What did they have to say about me this time?"

"Simple – they know you're my mistress."

Alice froze as Emily's jaw dropped. "What?"

Victoria went white. "They – they – how is that funny, Victor?! We try so hard to – am I going to get a message tomorrow from Mother demanding that I fire Alice?"

"I haven't gotten to the funny part yet," Victor said placatingly, taking her hand. "And no, you're not. They were actually rather – accepting of it all. Not happy, of course, but – they told me that what I do in my own home is my business, and if you're willing to tolerate me being with another woman, they won't say anything to anyone."

"Well, that's a lucky break," Alice said, sitting up straight. "But if they're not going to snitch on us to their wives, why bring it up at all? As Victoria attempted to say, we take pains not to flaunt our unusual living arrangement."

"That was sort of the point – to make sure we didn't flaunt it," Victor explained. "In the form of 'if you bring shame upon both our families with an illegitimate child, we will make you regret it. After our wives are through with you.'" He grinned again. "Which is why I think I knocked them for such a loop when I told them I wasn't – ah – sharing relations with you."

There was a pause – then Alice sniggered. "Oh. I see. Rather rare that you can throw someone off your trail by telling the truth."

Emily giggled. "Oh dear. What were their expressions like, I wonder?"

"Completely gobsmacked," Victor said with delight. "It took Lord Everglot a full minute to get his wits about him enough to demand I repeat that. Then another minute to force out something resembling an apology. Father was rather quicker to recover, but he kept sharing little baffled glances with Lord Everglot throughout the night." He tched. "I felt a bit sorry for them, honestly. They were both so sure they had us figured out. . ."

"To be fair, it's not really their fault they were wrong on one of the particulars," Victoria said, trying to hide her grin with a hand. "Hopefully this means they'll be too embarrassed to ever bring up the topic again."

"And now we know that they wouldn't object to me being your mistress either," Emily added with a cheeky grin. "A dead woman who lives in an imaginary world and is incapable of ever causing scandal via bastard heir? I'm the dream." She tittered. "Literally!"

"Yes, well, you'd be perfect up until the point they discovered your preference for Victoria as a lover," Alice pointed out, smirking. "That might be a bit – much, for the people of this village."

"I personally can think of a dozen reasons for Pastor Galswells to come down upon our heads," Victor confessed. "Only two of which have anything to do with our – bedroom activities."

"God forbid he ever suspect the truth of our relationship," Victoria said, grimacing. "We're quite lucky that it was only my father and yours who got an inkling. I can't see my mother letting go of the subject that easily."

"Nor mine," Victor agreed. He wrapped his arms around as much of her, Alice, and Emily as he could reach, pulling them toward him in a kind of cuddle pile. "But you know. . .I seem to have more than my fair share of luck these days."

The ladies chuckled and snuggled up tight against him. "I think that's true of all of us," Alice agreed, kissing his cheek. "And haven't we earned it."

[twstdreams]

Stealing and Asking

I am two incidents in of people stealing my work by taking things I’ve written distinctly and keeping several parts verbatim, then inserting a couple words here and there to make it different. 

Here is why this makes me upset: In BOTH instances, if these people had just asked beforehand, I would have said yes, they can use the material in question. 

Did you find the joke I put in the story funny and wanted to include it in yours? Did you think my wording conveyed an important message that you want to spread to? It makes me happy that you resonated with that. 

If you want to take inspiration or maybe even include something that’s even closer in wording, just ask. I’m just here to write fanfic for fun, even if I did do commissions, this wouldn’t even pay my school’s incidental fees. I know I am never going into anything in the arts field. I really don’t mind if people do the same thing as long as they ask beforehand. Had that person asked beforehand, I would have let them copy the joke and other sections with, at most, asking for some sort of credit. 

TLDR; If I write something you like, any part of my blog not just my fiction pieces, and you want to include it in your writing or blog, please ask me. 

Below the cut is my rant, how this is insulting, and makes me want to leave this fandom

I know I’m not the most beloved or popular writer or anything like that, which is my fault because I’m too shy to reach out, my upload schedule isn’t consistent, and sometimes I come off too serious, but I’m not stupid. I can tell that it’s the same! Keeping 10 words in a row the same and then changing “picture perfect ending” to “happily ever after” is not enough to confuse me. I happen to be a bit better at this than Turn It In, thanks! 

In both incidences, the pieces they copied took my distinct writing and used it. Not general descriptions or vague ideas, but things I know no one else has written because they were either from my super niche research or a way of referring to things no one else does. What are the odds you use the scientific name of the same rare variety of mushroom I spent time researching? And ofc, the odds are zero when in the same paragraph you copy 2 entire sentences word for word.

I am tired. It feels like I’m being punished for putting work into things and trying to make my writing special. And that I have to suddenly put content warnings on EVERYTHING, not just my writing because people have decided to copy other sections of my blog too. It makes me feel defeated. 

I’m not going to call out people specifically because I am both smaller than those who shall not be named and I really am not about to start drama with real life people over my writing blog about fictional people. For now, I am going to keep writing, but for me personally more than snippy rude anons or requesters who don’t want to read the rules, this is what makes me want to leave the fandom. 

It feels disrespectful but most importantly it makes me sad, and I came here to be happy and bring other people happiness.

[zoocross0vers]

ZOOTOPIAN SONIC THE HEDGEHOG BRAINSTORM TIME DAY 4 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY/30TH ANNIVERSARY SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!!!)

CHARACTERS AND CHARACTER ROLES

The Heroes Concept (update and an apology)

I am so sorry that I didn’t respond to you for so long. Let’s just say my (me).exe stopped working and I was pretty busy after few months but still I am very sorry.

I guess it was because of what you asked me about refering to Ben Schwartz. I kind of stucked because on one hand I was just going with Guest on other hand I have this OC I could use but I was afraid that if someone would see it they would start copycating (sorry but that’s just my paranoia) Think you can help me with this

Also since this brainstorm of one-shot Zootopian Sonic fanfic here’s my answer and suggestion (though a little warning that I could be a little outdated since I wasn’t here for so long)

1. Green Hills and Bunnyburrow are two separate towns because I wanted Judy and Nick live on their own together while Judy’s family living in Bunnyburrow supporting them (well most of them like Violet). I am pretty sure that I even said that Judy have some relatives of mother’s side Green Hills.

2. I do want Judy to be also cop but then I thought of why she would want to be vet instead and those thoughts came to my mind: she wants to help and protect people, help Sonic. She could be still partner by force but still be a vet: kind of like Bremen and Booth from Bones (okay I know that’s different but it could still work). If you know a profesion in force that would involve first aid I’m all ears. And yes it’s okay about that "naked problem" but I still think the mammals would fear because he’s different, after all he was a little kid when he left his planet.

3. I agree your idea about Bellwether case in this story. Thank you. Plus if Sonic would be behind the help it would make sense for Jack and Skye look up the Robotnik case I guess to find about that blue devil.

4. And yes I want Judy and Nick be like Sonic’s parents. But first it must start as friend and then it become as family

Anyway that is all for now. Again I am really sorry for not responding sooner. Anyway have a nice day and HAPPY 30TH ANNIVERSARY SONIC THE HEDGEHOG ;-D

P.S. Also I have two question for you

1. Do you still have 6th episode of Beauties and Beasts or I should resend it to you again?

2. Are you okay? I heard about that F.U.N. guy (1.can’t believe that these people still exist doing that, 2.I can’t believe that I just made a mushroom pun joke from Sonic Movie. Ugh, I guess dad jokes from Tom Wachowski are rubbing on me- for the record that pun was not intended) But still are you okay?

...

Hey Guest 🙂

I'm happy to hear that you like the Sonic'sFavoriteGuest name. But of course, if you think of something else let me know.

Okay, I'll keep points 1-4 in mind. For number 2, I'm not sure about the US, but in the UK, there's a medical/officer position called Force Medical Examiner (FME). They're basically doctors that respond specifically to police incidents. I guess Judy could be that?

Also, to answer your other questions:

1) Yes, I have it. Sorry, I kinda forgot about that. You can send it again if you like.

2) Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking. I guess it was just some jerk that had nothing better to do. Ha! I get it, Fungi. Clever. 😉😁🤣

[blazestarninja13]

Some of my favourite LWA headcannons!

Amanda plays Overwatch (Tracer main), Mortal Kombat, COD and other shooters (apart from GTA which she got banned from after getting too many bad ideas from it). She also plays racing games (her favourite being Need for speed) but she also likes Pokemon, Mario Pary and Mario kart. She is also a rage gamer and has almost made a hole in the wall from throwing her controller in rage.

Lotte doesn’t end up dating Frank but ends up becoming good friends with him and introduces him to the Nightfall series which Frank he gets really into and turns into a Nightfall fan like Lotte.

Akko making and giving everyone ugly sweaters based on their likes for Christmas.

Barbara secretly writes heaps of Nightfall fanfics that both Lotte and Prof Badcock read without realizing she’s the author.

Sometimes Prof Pisces asks Akko to take her out into the ocean so she can skip faculty meetings.

During her time at Luna Nova (2005-2007), Croix used to spend hours on early Youtube and on other 2000s internet meme sites (Newgrounds, Ebaums world etc) watching the latest viral videos and sometimes watching them with Chariot.

Croix used to put her hoodie on Chariot when she fell asleep doing homework. After the missle incident, she started putting her cape on Chariot and it ends up happening to Croix one day when she fell asleep working on something and woke up to find a blanket that Chariot that put on her.

Jasminka is really good at sewing and knitting which allows her to make and fix stuff for her friends. She fixes Amanda’s clothes’s on a somewhat regular basis due to her recklessness but doesn’t mind since she enjoys fixing things and seeing her friends happy.

Diana prefers to wear suits over dresses but usually can’t since Aunt Daryl is strict and Traditionalist.

Constanze is a low-key weeb and loves to watch Gundam and other Mecha Anime with Croix which usually ends up in them both trying to make the stuff they see in it.

Amanda is a really good Skateboarder and loves to do cool tricks as she would on her broom

Sucy’s favourite video game is Mario Kart since there are heaps of mushrooms and she can play it with her friends

Sorry for the long post! I’ve been really bored and wanted to share some of my headcannons

[vannahfanfics]

If requests are open again could we see that fic where they keep the chopper clones.

Here you go, Anon! Who knew that my knowledge of science and medicine would become useful in a One Piece fanfic, LOL. Also if I go AWOL just assume the FBI has arrested me for Googling cyanide poisoning and its antidotes… 

Before you read, here’s Part I!

Look at All Those Choppers! Part II

About one week after the infamous clone carp incident, Chopper was once again perched on his little barrel with the tiny fishing rod in his hands, humming the latest of Brook’s tunes as he carefully watched the bobber drift up and down in the gently sloshing waves. This time his regular fishing partner Usopp was also in attendance, sitting on the railing of the ship with one leg hanging lazily over the side, so Chopper didn’t need to bother anyone else with having to supervise him. They were still moseying about in the same stretch of sea that the clone carp populated (according to Robin’s investigation) and so they had memorized a photograph of the silvery fish to ensure that a harrowing incident such as Chopper’s cloning did not happen again. No more clone carp sushi, nuh-uh, no way! He thought with a small chortle to himself.

“It’s such a shame, though,” Usopp sighed aloud suddenly, causing Chopper to look at him quizzically. The sniper gave the reindeer a contemplative look. “Just think how useful it would be to have more than one Zoro or Luffy, or even an army of you, Chopper!” The Zoan doctor was caught between being amazed that Usopp had read his mind and upset that Usopp had implied that an army of him equated to only two of the more beastly members of the Straw Hats. “I just wish we would’ve had more time to study it to see if we could use it,” he sighed while tugging on his pole to entice something from the deep.

“Luffy would eat it before we even had a chance to do anything with it, and that would be much worse than an army of Choppers,” Nami snorted as she walked by with a basket of aromatic, fresh tangerines; she knocked Usopp upside the head as she did, knocking him off balance and nearly sending him overboard.

“Watch it, Nami! You’re lucky I don’t have a Devil Fruit or I woulda drowned! Drowned, ya hear me?” Usopp shouted after her while shaking his fist. She just ignored him. “It doesn’t matter much, anyway,” he shrugged once her returned his attention to Chopper. “The odds of us catching another one of those clone carps is one in a million, probably.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Yep. It’s a clone carp,” Robin confirmed as she looked from her encyclopedia of local fish species to the suffocating silver fish that was lying in a puddle of seawater on the deck. Usopp was crouched down next to it, jaw against the wooden deck with a disbelieving, drawn out “Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?” stuck in his throat. Chopper grabbed his horns and rapidly shook his head from side to side in dismay.

“We have to throw it overboard before Luffy eats it! We stopped in port and stocked up on apples just to be safe, but we all know he won’t eat it!”

“Shhhh!” Usopp hissed and slapped his hand against Chopper’s furry mouth with a shift gaze toward the front of the ship. Chopper had reeled in the fish without much fuss, so Luffy had not had the care to abandon his perch on the lion figurehead. Even now, he was still blissfully unaware of the discovery and was leaning into the wind with his tongue hanging out like some kind of slobbery hound. Chopper scrunched up his face in disgust when he saw blobs of spittle being carried away by the brisk breeze. “This is what I was talking about, Chopper! You’re a doctor. You can study the cells and see if we can make them into some sort of weapon or tool!”

“I don’t know, Usopp… I feel kinda bad… I mean, for their part, those clones had feelings too… I would hate to just create and destroy them at will,” he murmured as he looked at his shiny reindeer hooves. Although at first he had been overjoyed that his crew cherished him and him only, but after he had really gotten to thinking about it, it wasn’t fair to the clones to disregard their feelings and experiences, even if they were limited. Had they really been identical to Chopper after all, or was it only at the cellular level? What about their souls? “It doesn’t feel right…”

“Well, Chopper, maybe by studying the interaction between the clone carp cells and the cyanide antidote, you can find a way to halt the cloning process without reverting the clones back to fish,” Robin pointed out reassuringly. At such a suggestion, Chopper rubbed his chin thoughtfully while staring at the fish, whose eyes had glassed over and was presumably deceased.

“Hmm… That doesn’t sound so bad!” With a contented hum, he flung the fish over his wee shoulder; because it was nearly as large as himself, it disbalanced him a bit and he had to wobble back and forth to get his bearing. After he finally righted himself, he exhaled confidently and gave Robin a toothy grin. “Robin, I’m sure you have books that’ll be helpful; can I borrow them?” The dark-haired woman smiled sweetly and used her Devil Fruit powers to bring down helpful tomes from her voluminous collection, piling them into her arms.

“Shall we, Chopper?” came her wine-smooth voice. Chopper nodded eagerly and whirled on his hoof to totter off to his private study, with Robin walking languidly alongside him. She graciously opened the door for him and allowed him to enter before walking in after him. Chopper tossed the fish onto his work desk before clambering up into his spinning doctor’s chair, rotating it before standing up in it to get a good look at his project. He prodded it a few times to make sure it was really dead, as he didn’t want to needlessly make the fish suffer through the dissection process, before he retrieved his sharp tools from one of the shells.

“Okay! Let’s begin, Robin!”

~~~~~~~~~~

Chopper, with the aid from Robin, conducting his experimental medicinal research in secret for about one week with no progress. He had been sneaking ice from the freezer in Sanji’s kitchen to keep the fileted fish meat on ice in his room until he had made enough cell plates to last him through his research. Once he had the brain cells cultured so that they could continue giving instructions to the body cells, he had set to his research. He had figured out how to get the clone carp cells to convert to his own cells by using some cheek swabs, but he hadn’t figured out how to negate the clone toxin without killing the parent cells and making the other cells turn back to clone carp cells. With an agonized, frustrated groan, he slammed his forehead down against the desk, making all his tools and cell cultures and sample jump up from the force. “This is hopeless! I’m not getting anywhere, Robin! No matter how diluted we make it, the cyanide solution just keeps reverting the cells!” he wailed in distress. He looked up at her with tear-filled eyes, disappointed in himself.

“There’s no need to fret, Chopper. Science isn’t an easy process. None of the greatest scientific achievements have happened overnight!” she responded encouragingly from her seat on the bed. She had several of Chopper’s medical textbooks spread out around her, and had been scanning the passages for useful biochemical or cellular physiology information that may have been relevant. His bottom lip stuck out in a pathetic pout. He was less than reassured. He slunk down from his office chair to scamper across the room and climb into Robin’s lap and hug her midriff sadly. She laughed lightly as he buried her face into her belly, and she wrapped her arms around him in a motherly embrace.

“I’m a failure as a doctor.”

“No, you aren’t, Chopper. We all think you’re a fabulous doctor. Think of how many times you’ve saved us from our wounds! The Straw Hats couldn’t ask for a better doctor.”

“Ah, shut up, you bastard~!” he giggled as her kind words finally seeped through his depressive aura to send a fluttery, blissful butterfly of joy flapping around in his little heart. He looked up at her with a grateful grin which she returned with a soft smile. He spun around to sit in her lap, feeling quite contented perched on her pillow-soft thighs, and picked up one of his toxicology textbooks to begin flipping through the pages. He then screamed and brought it close to his face, as if the passage that had caught his attention would be more significant if it were literally right in front of his eyes.

“What is it, Chopper?”

“How could I miss this? Of course! We shouldn’t have been diluting the cyanide! We should’ve been converting it into a related but less toxic substance! Sulfanegen sodium; do I have any sulfanegen sodium?!” he screamed as he dropped the book and jumped off of Robin’s lap. With how fast his little hooves were whirling, he probably ran on the air across the room to frantically clamber onto his desk and begin rifling through the various bottles shelved in his desk. Cyanide poisoning wasn’t exactly something that pirates had to worry about, as it was mostly used in assassinations performed by elite bounty hunters (and the Navy, probably) but Chopper kept a stock of random antidotes to all kinds of things just in case. It had been a habit after his beloved mentor had perished thanks to his ignorant gift of a poisonous mushroom. Chopper knew much better now, but in the back of his mind he was always afraid that one of his beloved crew mates would suffer some kind of intoxication and he wouldn’t have the antidote for it.

He squealed in glee when he found the labelled bottle reading “Sulfanegen Sodium.” As he sat down on the desk, not even bothering to use the chair, Robin crossed the room to lean over and watch his experiment, hands on her knees. He drew up a small amount of the liquid into the dropper before transferring the little droplet to his current diluted cyanide solution, mixing the two together. He then took one of his cell plates and scooped up a bunch of them to re-plate them on a fresh media plate; they immediately adhered and began rapidly dividing, slowly spreading out in a circular fashion. Before they could fill the plate too quickly, he aliquoted a drop of his new solution and dropped it onto the cells. He awaited a reaction with bated breath. In all his trials previous, the parent cells would shudder and die, while the others changed color to a silvery hue which was indicative of their reversion to clone carp cells as a result of the toxin being negated by the small amount of cyanide from the crushed apple seed solution.

Instead of the aforementioned result, the cells quivered before their division slowly came to a stop and remained the salmon hue that was indicative of human (or in Chopper’s case, human-reindeer) cells. Chopper crowed triumphantly and held the plate over his head as he did a happy jig. “Robin! I did it! I did it!”

“Yes, you did. I told you that you could do it!”

“Hey, what’s with all the noise in here? You woke me up from my nap…” Came a sleepy third voice. Chopper turned around to see that Zoro had opened the door and was scratching his stomach while he stifled a yawn with the other hand.

“That’s what you get for sleeping literally in front of his door,” Nami chimed as she shoved him aside to poke her orange-haired head into the room. “What’re you so excited for, Chopper?”

“Go on, Chopper. Why don’t we tell the entire crew your monumental discovery?” Robin mused. Chopper nodded eagerly and hopped down from the desk to skip out of his study and out onto the main deck. It only took a short moment to assemble all the crew members, and soon they were all looking with expressions of confusion and interest at the little cell plate in his tiny hooves.

“Robin and I have been working with clone carp cells to see if we could find a way to stop their transformation without reverting them back to the fish!” he announced proudly. Sanji stopped his scientific revelation reveal with a startled gasp.

“Chopper, you what? But we agreed that the clone carp was bad news. We don’t need two of Marimo or Captain Idiot!”

“Hey!” the two insulted parties chimed in irritated unison.

“Shut up; you know I’m right.”

“Yeah…”

“I just felt bad about what we did to all my clones,” Chopper admitted with a deep frown. He looked down at the plate of unassuming cells. “Sure, I’m the real Chopper, but all the other Choppers still had feelings, too! It makes me feel sad that we just disregarded that…”

“Are we really debating the morals of getting rid of clones produced by a dumb fish?” Nami asked uncomfortably, but from the look on her face, the moral dilemma was affecting her too. A discontented murmur rippled around the group.

“But with this new solution I made, we can stop anyone who eats the fish from dividing indefinitely! The host cells live in the main host and the other cells that are the clones communicate by quorum sensing to conduct their cellular operations!”

“What the hell does that mean?” Luffy asked while picking his nose. The scientific jargon was rapidly making him lose interest.

“The cells talk to each other,” Robin clarified.

“Whoa! That’s so cool!”

“Yep! The cyanide in the apple seeds killed the parent cells, which are slightly different genetically from the clone cells. It’s not actually reproducing by budding, me and Robin figured out, but a very complex process in-between asexual and sexual reproduction! The daughter cells are the ones that are direct clones and produce identical cells.” By the blank stares, he could tell that he was losing his audience. “A-anyway, with this solution I made, the parent cells don’t die, but the toxin is destroyed and the daughter cells get a signal to stop dividing so fast, but instead probably undergo the cell cycle at the same speed as our cells do instead! That means that the division stops but the clones don’t turn back into fish and are free to live their lives!” he finished with a big grin.

“Wow, Chopper. You’re brilliant!” Nami praised while patting him happily on the head.

“I understood none of that but it sounds important, but good job! That’s my doctor! Shishishishi!” Luffy laughed with his arms crossed. The rest of the crew similarly showered him in proud, appreciative remarks and Sanji even graced him with a celebratory cookie. He munched on it elatedly, careful that the crumbs didn’t fall into his cell plate, while answering questions about the process. Sanji had forgiven him for stealing the ice since it was such important research.

“So, are we gonna test it or what?” Usopp asked suddenly. Chopper swallowed his last bite of cookie before looking uncertainly at the plate. Sure, it worked in cell-level trials, but an organism was complicated. Would it really work?

“I wanna eat it! I wanna it eat!” Luffy cried and shot towards Chopper’s room to abscond with his frozen fish samples, but thankfully Zoro and Sanji were able to muscle him back. All it took was Robin telling him that two of him couldn’t be Pirate King for him to consent to never, ever eating the clone carp. “I ain’t competin’ with me…” he grumble with his arms crossed as he sat cross-legged on the deck.

“I think Chopper should have the clones,” Nami suggested, which threw the little reindeer for a loop.

“Huh? Why me?”

“Because you’re our most important member, duh!” the navigator beamed brightly down at him. If a reindeer could blush, he would be. “You’re always running yourself ragged trying to heal everyone at once. How many times have you wished there were more than one of you? When they aren’t doing doctor things, they can do other things you like to do too, like helping me water my tangerines.”

“-and helping me and Franky repair the ship and build new things! We always love your help, Chopper!”

“Yeah! It’s superrrrrrr!” Franky agreed with Usopp, striking his signature pose with a flashy smile.

“I always enjoy you helping in the kitchen, too,” Sanji mused while taking a drag from his cigarette.

“And you always make a good audience for my performances! Yohohohoho!”

“Imagine how many fish tons of you could reel in!” Luffy hollered with his fists in the air. “Meat all around!”

As they listed off the so many helpful things that Chopper did on a day-to-day basis, he began to sniffle and cry, so overwhelmed by their appreciation of him.

“Y-you guys… I love you so much!” he wailed and jump forward to hug the nearest pair of legs to him, which happened to be Sanji. Even though he was staining the cook’s black pants with tears, he didn’t seem to mind, only leaned over to loving rub the top of his head through his hat. “But… But… With all those other me’s… Will I still be useful?”

“Of course,” Robin smiled gently at him. He rubbed his eyes while looking up at her. “Those other Choppers will be like your brothers. They might know the same things at first, but in time, they’ll evolve their own personalities and skills- but you’ll still be our ship’s doctor, and they can never replace you in that.” A fresh wave of tears flooded his eyes and he buried his furry face into Sanji’s legs again.

“Wahhhhhhh! I love you all so muuuuuuuch!”

And so, that’s the story of how the Straw Hat crew sort of got bigger. The Chopper clones were an existence only known to the Straw Hats, as they were never taken along in the fighting (to protect them, as it turns out they couldn’t actually use Chopper’s Zoan powers like he thought they would be able to) and lived in the bowels of the ship, all seven of them occupying a cozy little bedroom that Franky had added on. Like Robin had said, they soon developed their own interests, styles, and personalities. Timmy Timmy Chopper was even shyer than Chopper was but took a liking to Robin, and loved it when she told him bedtime stories. Tommy Tommy Chopper was rambunctious and adventurous like Luffy, and if they had no hint of danger on islands they stopped at, the captain would tote him along; if there was danger, they always made sure to bring him back little unique gifts. Terry Terry Chopper had a culinary talent and Sanji made him his apprentice. Tama Tama Chopper had a penchant for gardening and looked after Nami’s tangerine trees whenever they were gone and even has a little garden of his own growing flowers which they sold in port for income. The two they liked to call “the twins” because they were so alike, Tippy Tippy Chopper and Tappy Tappy Chopper, were little shipwrights in their own right and loved to help Franky go to work on the Sunny’s never-ending repairs and improvements or test out Usopp’s newest inventions. Tappy Tappy was a little different from his twin in that he was musically inclined; he enjoyed learning about it from Brook. Finally, there was Tavi Tavi Chopper, who was rough and gruff and looked up to Zoro like an idol. More than anything, though, they loved their big brother Tony Tony Chopper and always made sure of one thing…

That they all went fishing together, because it was what bonded them as siblings. Sometimes, Chopper wouldn’t even sleep in his own bed but would slip down to where his brothers slept, and they would abandon their bunks to all dog-pile in a pallet on the floor. Every day after that, he was so glad he pulled that clone carp out of the sea, because his family just got that much bigger.

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Well, people say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, but it's hard to be flattered when someone blatantly rips off your fanfic. Which I write for fun and free because I genuinely enjoy sharing my writing and nerding out with people about the Legend of Zelda and zelink. I’m glad people like reading about Link and his Calamitous Cargo Shorts, but it does hurt when it’s copied without any credit.

But, in happier news, chapter 2 of The Mushroom Risotto Incident is almost done and ready to be published. I hope you all enjoy it.