#olo bucket

[utopianparody]

hello olo saga nation, today i give you this❗❗

also @rhythmrs pspspsp

[object-moodboards]

I'd like to request Bucket from the Object Lockout series! ^^

hope you like it! - Mod Yarn

[badly-drawn-osc]

Draw Bucket and Notebook from the Object Lockout series having a movie date night(they're watching Sharkboy and Lavagirl and promised to make out in the "Scary parts")

[sodapackyuri]

something something notebooket t4t

[wigglepiggle]

Bucket OLO saga 💥💥💥

I'm assuming this was for the song challenge idk I'm stupid

the shuffle actually picked a song that I wanted to make an art of ever since I first heard it months ago (mostly bc the music video had nice colors)

I will still make a better drawing for this song but here it is

right before posting I decided actually I'm no longer liking this because this probably looks like shit to anyone who isn't me h

also just realized this has nothing to do with the song itself SHIT FUCK I've fucked it up already well it's related to the music video for it

[cryunderthewillowtree]

Coral Streaks

Synopsis – In which she loves him, but he's utterly, painfully clueless. Awra always believed love should be easy – a beautiful gift from Eywa herself. But when she falls for the oldest Sully, it's a love filled with trial. A tale of coming apart and finding your way back.

Related Warnings: Eventual Smut (Aged Up Characters), Language, Descriptions of assault, Harassment

Characters – Neteyam x Fem Metkayina!reader

Related Tags: Major Angst, Slow-Burn, Friends-To-Lovers, Heartache, Tension, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: Posting this from my Ao3 account, please feel free to head over there to read this story as well! I realised only after being 14 chapters in that I spelt Omatikaya wrong this entire time – my apologies in advance. But please enjoy this story nonetheless!

[Do not interact with this story if you are underage.]

“Awra! Are you going to see that Neteyam boy again?”

She freezes midstep, wincing as her mother’s voice echoes through their family’s marui ominously. “Awra!”

She sighs in resignation as her third escape attempt that week was foiled. Curse her mother’s superior hearing – at this rate she was never going to be able to sneak out. “Awra!” Comes Ronal’s voice again, this time accompanied by hurried footsteps. Her mother appears at the lip of their marui, eyebrows furrowed heavily as she places a hand on her pregnant belly.

Awra swallows at her mother’s displeased stare, lifting herself back into the marui and gingerly setting her basket down. “Yes mother, I’m here. I’m sorry.” She says sheepishly, offering an apologetic smile. Ronal is less than impressed, folding her arms over her chest. The bracelets on her arms tinkle in the silent night air, a sharp contrast to the loud timbre of her voice as she speaks her next words.

“What have I told you about that boy? And his family?” 

“Not to spend more time than necessary with them. I know, mother but–”

“Not another word!” Ronal interrupts, raising a hand to pinch at her eyebrows in exasperation. “I will not have my daughter sneaking out at all times of eclipse to be with some forest dweller.” 

The words feel like a bucket of cold water, and Awra feels her heart sink to her toes. Ronal sighs again, offering her hand for her daughter to take. Awra tentatively places her hand in her mother’s larger one, letting Ronal guide her to sit at the edge of their marui. It’s dark out now, the sky illuminated by a gentle sprinkle of stars. 

“It’ll bring you no good to get close to that boy.” Ronal starts, still holding Awra’s hand. Awra sulks silently, letting her mother rub circles over her knuckles. “You know this.”

“But what if he’s different, mother? He feels different.”

“Nonsense. They are Ometicayan, we are Metkayina. It could never be.” Ronal snaps, dropping Awra’s hand. Awra shrinks in on herself at the sudden outburst, tail flicking behind her. She keeps her hands clasped in her lap, fiddling with a shell beaded onto her top. She hears her mother sigh from beside her, before gentle fingers lift her chin.

Awra meets her mother’s gaze, stern but loving; a familiar expression. “I know you don’t like it, but you know this is for the better. You are Awra, daughter of Olo’ eyktan Tonowari and Tsahik Ronal, precious daughter to the Metkayina and future Tsahik. You have a duty to your people. A duty only you can fulfill.”

A breeze glides past Awra’s shoulders as Ronal speaks, and she shivers. Awra curls her tail around her side, still fiddling with her thumbs as her mother’s words sink in like lead. She feels the chill in her arms, and curls into herself tighter.

“A Tsahik’s duty is to her people. And you cannot fulfil this duty chasing down an outsider.” Her mother pauses, brushing a piece of hair away from Awra’s face. “And that is why you must say goodbye to this frivolous romance. Because it simply cannot be.” Ronal takes her daughter’s hands again, rubbing soothing circles with her thumbs. Awra can feel her mother’s callouses from hunting and holding her spear, and a well of emotion floods her chest.

“You are set to marry the future Olo’ eyktan, and there is only one way about it. We bear no sons, so you must choose a man for yourself.” Ronal says gently, watching the waves crash on the beach in the distance. “A Metkayina man who is strong, who will fight to be your mate and Olo’ eyktan. You must choose him, and be mated before the eyes of our Great Mother.”

“I don’t want that.” Awra squeezes out. She was young, and experiencing love for the first time. It seemed too soon to think about choosing a mate, let alone mating forever in front of Eywa. What would the Great Mother think of her?

“I know it saddens you, ma Awra. But you must promise me to give up this thing you call love for that Ometicayan boy.” Awra swallows down the lump in her throat at her mother’s words, squeezing her eyes shut. 

“I feel you, my beloved. And I know you will do the right thing.” As Ronal says this, she seeks her daughter’s eyes. Awra feels a tear slip out, and she hurriedly swipes it away with her forearm. It’s so unfair, she thinks. It’s so unfair.

“My beloved?” 

Awra lets out a deep breath, meeting her mother’s gaze. Ronal’s eyes soften when she sees the wetness around Awra’s eyes but says nothing. The breeze is picking up now, whipping her hair around her face. 

“I will make you proud mother.” Awra says, hardening her brow. “I will do whatever it takes for my people. I promise.”

[thatoneconfusedcitrus]

OH YEAH idk if ur done with the series yet but who's ur favorite OLO series characters so far

I AM FINISHED WITH THE SERIES and uh. out of the olo saga in general? i thiiiiiiiiiiink it's obvious[HOT SAUCE COUGHCUGOHU CGUHUGHRKGC HOKES AND DI ] BUT just for olo in general i think bucket and bin? they so silly they make me happy

[gameboy-berry]

hello remember my friends that gave the ppt2 and OLOS characters really unfitting names. One of them discovered OLD by accident and i witnessed her watching part of the singing episode and the one with notebook and bucket in the tent

Best part I didn't know what was happening either bc it's been awhile and also the sound was off we were at school and we didn't think to put on captions and we were about to leave when notebook just drops dead or something in the tent episode idk if he actually died I don't remember and we lost it

she did turn it on for that one part where cones team was singing though

also bucket's patrica now

Funny you say this 2 days after the Notebooket anniversary (silly)

You know what. That name isn't so bad. I'll let it slide this once. (lighthearted)

[osc-confessions]

You know I really do think Notebook and Bucket should interact again in the next Object Lockout episode.

Like OLO 3 finally gave us insight on Notebook's personality through his interactions with Moon and their care and passion for his team.

BUT the same episode Bucket, the one guy who Notebook would especially have the most fun chemistry with, was also forced to sit out for most of the challenge.

Heck as indicated in the storyboards Bucket was the only other person who cheered for Notebook when they did his pep talk.

I've said even before OLO came out that the two would be a great duo and it could have even come true in OLD 9. But now with OLO 3 they can be THE PERFECT DUO(and given what Wuggle said abt OLO 5 maybe even more HOPING). Too bad with what I know about the characters and some of the OLO 4 previews shown on the Discord that either Bucket of Notebook has a high chance of getting eliminated. I know it's pretty clear Notebook won't really make it far into the game but in the meantime there is just SO MUCH untapped potential.

I would elaborate more on why but this is getting too long. But I promise i will explain it one way or another! >:3c

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[object-show-headcanons]

Object Lockout series HC of mine: All of the contestants are autistic because yes.

Fun Fact but Notebook OLO is actually heavily Autistic coded. Not just in OLO but throughout the entire series. I wrote a whole thing abt it lol.

As far as I know there are a few other characters like Bucket and Pitcher who show signs of neurodivergency and for some also mental health disorders like Bipolar Disorder.

As far as I know the coding and such is probably unintentional, hence the term implied.

I would elaborate more but this ask is getting too long. I will submit more OLO Saga related HCs when I can. ^^

That's so cool

[utopianparody]

For the character ask Bingo: Notebook and Bucket OLO series :]

i knew you would come /lh

[object-moodboards]

Hello! I would like a Rhythm Gamers/Notebooket(Notebook x Bucket from the Object Lockout series) themed moodboard. The main theme should be a mix between video games and musical instruments and somewhat colorful and energetic. Thank you!

had fun with this one! - Mod Yarn

[grimdark-gnostic]

OLO series finale (original by @incorrectinfinity)

also uhhh @rhythmrs

[cringe-ahn]

OLD/OLO bucket humanized

[sodapackyuri]

the biter