Usopp positivity
I’ve realized that as an Usopp fan I feel like I get too caught up in the negativity (and I see this with other Usopp fans as well—not ALL ofc). But it’s like Perona attacks me with her ghost all the time, and it’s hard to get past that. I’m left bitter and done. And it doesn’t feel good at all. It’s triggering.
Therefore, I’m gonna make it a mission to start daily Usopp positivity post. It’ll simply consist of my POSITIVE thoughts, ramblings about Usopp. And quotes by famous public figures who speak on bravery and good character. I’ll post video links that analyze Usopp in a good way, and might even share songs that make me think of him. Just something positive and inspiring. Reminders to myself and others on why he’s a character worth following and liking. I wanna go back to being that person who simply enjoyed OP for what is and a happy admirer of Usopp w/o the toxic fandom’s negative influence and naysaying.
Anywho, note to self.
edit: first post found here
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As promised, here's my yandere!octopus OC! His name is Dr. Mikka Lapan, and he's a mimic octopus/marine biologist. No one knows his secret: not even you, his faithful assistant.
Not yet, at least.
“[Your Name].”
“Yes, Dr. Lapan?”
“Do you like sea creatures?”
Equal parts bemused and amused, you ceased shuffling through the papers on your desk and turned your full attention to your boss.
“No offense, doctor, but I wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t.”
Dr. Lapan gave a light hum in response, seemingly satisfied with your answer. With no further questions, you went back to reorganizing the messy stack of research papers the doctor kept in the lab. According to him, he had his own system for remembering where everything was meant to go. Needless to say, you didn’t exactly believe him.
A few minutes had passed, and you found yourself sneaking a peak at the doctor, wondering what prompted him to ask such a question in the first place. He was uncharacteristically quiet, peering blankly into one of the many tanks situated in the far corner of the lab. His hand was pressed against the cold glass, fingers aimlessly tracing along with the movements of the creatures dwelling within.
“Doctor?” You called out to him.
Without turning to look at you—or even stopping his motions—he responded, absentmindedly, “Yes?”
Concern creased your brow, leading you to stand up and fluidly cross the room until you were standing beside him. His eyes were still fixated on the tank before him, the soft bluish light mirrored in the thick lenses of his glasses.
“You seem preoccupied today, Dr. Lapan.”
“Do I?”
“Yeah— is something wrong..?”
Your voice seemed to be just what he needed to be brought back to reality, as he finally turned to look at you with a guilty smile on his face, eyebrows upturned.
“Nothing is wrong. I’m sorry for worrying you, dear [Your Name],” Dr. Lapan’s eyes softened. “As always, I appreciate your assistance and concern. We should get back to work now, shouldn’t we?”
Having returned to his usual chipper attitude, you saw no reason to press him any further, opting instead to push his out-of-character behavior to the far recesses of your mind.
That night, you dreamt of the ocean.
Alone and drifting amongst the unforgiving waves, dark and opaque in a way that not even the moon could ever hope to illuminate. Your limbs wouldn’t move. Your mind was racing, but you remained still — even as one particularly zealous wave carried you further and further away from the shoreline.
You willed your hand to move, outstretched toward the receding sands that were becoming blurrier by the second. Something—or more accurately, somethings—cold and slimy wrapped around you; limbs and all, until you were fully encumbered and immobile. The thought to scream came next, naturally, though it was all too soon thwarted by another thing coming up to cover your mouth in cold sliminess.
“If I could have you for more than a night… If I—”
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