I heard you ordered a number nothing burger question special!! finish it in under 20 minutes and you get a special follow up question because im so curiousful and devious!!!
OKAY hear me out hear me out look listen and learn 👂🦻and riddle me this, how would your OC react to say, an anonymous love letter? Would they seek out the mysterious individual? Would they write back? Throw it away? Or mayhaps think of it as a joke?
This is directed to... lets pick a perfect three again - LETS DO IT FOR kxatxeuk, dorian, niall and henry
i am not answering this in under 20 minutes you shit!! no art this time because i just got a new tablet and, wouldnt you know, actually having a screen protector changes how you draw
actually a little sad about that
anyway
KXÄTXE'UK
he is likely in great disbelief.
since you specified this as a letter, we'll say it actually is for this scenario. like, pen-on-paper letter. for him, that narrows down the options... quite a lot, actually.
mostly because the na'vi don't write.
so, again, the options are limited to those in the resistance
honestly?
he ends up ignoring it.
look, he's flattered and all, but there's probably a lot more going on to worry about. plus, he doesn't really know how to feel about it. for most of his life, he'd been around... what, four other people? not including alma, mercer, or harding.
it's left quietly tucked away at the bottom of a small basket he got from the aranahe.
subsequently, it's burned to ash during the first bombing of resistance hq.
DORIAN
dorian is scared out of his mind.
look, come on. this guy is a complete ball of anxiety. a gust of wind could make him start shaking shitting crying. a love letter? that appeared out of nowhere? with no name???
yeah. he thinks it's a trap.
he hands it off to someone in his party (a quartz, likely) and does his best to forget about it.
what if it's from a rebel?
what's if it's from someone trying to get him poofed?
shattered?
what if it's actually real?
the thoughts are too overwhelming. it's better to be left forgotten.
NIALL
niall is... very interested. very, very interested.
a love letter? to him?
the infected yet still sane doctor living in the long-abandoned hospital? him???
oh, does he seek out the sender. but not so 'actively', per say, more just... observing a little more closely.
lingering a little longer by windows and cracked-open doors, eyeing the horizon for a tad bit longer. giving more pause at the creaks and groans of decaying stone.
niall would take his time writing a reply. donning his tight gloves after a few days of pondering, willing shaky, decaying hands to still in order to write neatly.
some letters still wobble.
to whom it may concern,
i have recieved your letter and am utterly flattered. whilst also, in all admittance, rather perplexed.
how is it that you have come to find me so appealing? i have not left my residence in many months.
do write back, or take the time to visit in person. i would enjoy seeing your sure beauty. it would be a wonderful change in this dreary world we live in.
perhaps yours,
dr n. houghton
it's left just outside the hospital, set on a rotting barricade. hopefully his little admirer will take the bait.
IF txanatan, Cailean and Marine had dating profiles what would each of them say? What pictures would they include? Whats their bio? And if I messaged them, whats their opening line WAHAWH
we all know your ass is only here for cailean!!!
but this is actually kind of an interesting question, considering that i've never really thought about two of those ever having romantic interest in anyone
anyway
TXANATAN
this one's uh. slightly awkward considering he's. in a relationship
anyway, disregarding that!
it's a lot of random stuff. some pictures have him lugging ice, others are in really weird locations (how did he climb that tree while carrying a sled?), the rest are simply unexplainable.
his bio is written pretty strangely. a lot of spelling mistakes, a lot of veering off into the strangest stories you've ever heard. even more strange is the fact that every single story is true, and he can provide irrefutable evidence for each one.
if you message him:
hey :)
HI! your pfp kind of reminds me of thsi guy i know
his names tsu'ro do you lnow him
uh i dont think so
REALLY??? thats so weird cause i feel liek you two would get along
haha this kind of reimnds me of the tiem i broke my foot while talking to him
so wgat happened was
he proceeds to go on a fourteen paragraph ramble about the time he broke his foot, which somehow leads into a seventeen paragraph word-vomit about the ethics of polar bear riding.
if you, somehow, managed to go on a date with him, it would probably be something fun and snow related - like skiing or skating - yet somehow goes completely off the rails.
like, you're having a nice time at the ice rink. maybe you're not the best at skating so he happily helps you out, only laughing good-naturedly whenever you stumble or fall. even buys you something warm to drink during a small break.
but, somehow, you end up climbing the roof to help a bird. or stopping a fight between a gaggle of 8-year-olds.
there's never a dull day with him, at least.
CAILEAN
the pictures are, frankly, kind of shit.
they're blurry, too zoomed in and too zoomed out at the same time, and most of them include the rest of the troupe.
to be honest, it's almost like circus propaganda. his bio literally includes the exact schedule of the circus - where they'll be, opening times, etc.
it's probably ran by another from the circus, to be honest.
if you message him:
hey :)
DO YOU LIKE BALLOON ANIMALS
yeah i do! can you make them?
GOOD
DO YOU LIKE SCORPIONS
uh
not really
OH
sorry, you've been blocked!
if you, somehow, managed to go on a date with him, it would be to a carnival. not its own show, gods forbid. no, it'd much rather make fun of another business.
the bulk of it is him showing off or mocking what he sees. sarcastically saying, "oh, what... cost-effective material!" when passing a balloon stand, making comments near the claw machines ("we would have used those toys, yes yes, but we prefer things of higher quality."), etc.
maybe he'll win you a prize (while passive-aggressively remarking that his circus has much better plushies), buy you some cotton candy, go with you on the scary rides.
you'll probably get kicked out after a while because of his permanent get-up - with many carnies thinking he's an employee.
MARINE
it's mostly pictures of him with fish.
like, you know the joke of guys always having fishing pics up on tinder? that's him. he has the goofiest look on his face and, quite frankly, looks ripped straight out of a live-action kid's sitcom about marine life.
the description is 25% actually about him, 75% off-topic rambles about aquatic life. it almost is his entire personality, scarily enough.
if you message him:
hey :)
Hello!!
Was that a banggai cardinalfish in the background of your profile pic???
uhh i think so?
THAT'S SO COOL
We don't have them at our aquarium yet it's very sad
You kind of remind me of a flowerhorn cichlid!
he will talk endlessly about fish if you don't step in.
if you, somehow, managed to go on a date with him, it would most definitely be to the aquarium.
come on, did you expect anything else?
okay, maybe it would be to the beach. or to a pool. but it absolutely has to be related to fish, swimming, or the water.
it'd be pretty relaxing, honestly. a nice sunny day, walking slowly along the shoreline... while marine yaps in your ear about all the variants of seaweed. it's hard to get a word in, to be honest - you'd better like fish facts, because that's all you'll be hearing for the next three hours.
Answer my hotxenuk question number three and you’ll be free of thee LHLHLHLH
YEAH YEAH IK ILL GET TO UR OTHER OCS SOON JUST ANSWER THIS ONEEE LASSTTTTT
What would be of Hotxenuk in the unfortunate scenario Vuki ever dies or passes?
ohh grimace this is gonna be bad
it sort of depends on how it happens
anyway
SCENARIO ONE : NATURAL
years in the future - so long that there's hardly a memory left without the other by their side.
perhaps they're still in the little forest cave. perhaps they've fully integrated into dampaysye - vuki's clan - because eywa knows they would never return to the huyuticaya.
they'd had children. one, perhaps two. perhaps twins.
they themselves grow, have their own children. a family for two people failed by their own.
the signs are subtle - to others. but to hotxenuk? it had been obvious from the beginning.
the way she walked a little slower. took longer to peel from his embrace each morning. how. gradually, they argued less and less over playful things meant once as bonding.
he adjusts to it. takes over more daily tasks even with his hands trembling. wordlessly helps her down heights and carries things he knows she can still handle.
the death is quiet. he notices it one night - waking at eclipse with the knowledge that something is wrong.
vuki isn't breathing right. it's slower, shallower, a rasp to it that wasn't there before.
hotxenuk knows what is happening and doesn't prevent it. instead, he'd ever so tenderly lift her into his arms and step outside.
avoiding the knowing, sorrowful gaze of anyone still awake at the late hour, he'd go to the shoreline. rest her against the sand, sit behind her.
legs on either side of her hips, her tail pressing against his side in a way that brought discomfort to himself but he can't bare to move her more than needed. he just makes sure her own legs are submerged - eywa's fingertips brushing her skin and saying it is all okay, 'eveng.
he'd kiss her temple. once. twice. memorising the feel of lips against skin one final time.
hands would lace over her stomach. thumbs tracing circles, spirals, nonsense shapes and symbols meant to bring comfort. unconsciously, he'd copy the tattoo etched into her face.
"yawntu," he would be murmuring. "have i ever told you how beautiful you are at night?"
"shut up." she'd probably grumble back, though lacking her usual fiery bite. more of an instinctive response as her eyes half-lidded. breathing stuttered.
"you are." he'd say anyway. kiss her shoulder. try to take in her beauty one final time. "you are eywa's most prized carving, i am certain."
she'd likely scoff, try to hit his leg but her limbs refuse to follow orders. instead, all she can do is lean back into his chest.
hotxenuk would strain his weathering body in order to kiss her face. her nose, her chin, the grumpy wrinkle of her brow he so adored. one hand would move from her middle to her kuru.
they'd make the bond. tsaheylu.
he'd feel every aching joint, every pained breath, every unsteady thump of her heart as it failed. as her body shut down. as she died.
and she'd feel the boundless, unrelenting adoration meant only for her.
"you're a skxawng." vuki'd likely mumble at the feeling, tucking her head against his collarbone anyway.
"you love me." would be his reply, voice only a whisper.
"i do."
and those would be her final words.
SCENARIO TWO : UNNATURAL
something preventable.
sickness. an infected wound. being careless around predator territories.
it's sudden in some cases - a misstep near a cliff edge; a caught foot when diving deep; an unfortunate collapse of something structural.
he grieves especially hard. it's long and all-consuming - he dorns that white stripe of paint down his body for a very, very long time. so long that it's almost routine.
he regrets every action he had taken that day. the actions of days before. perhaps he could have prevented it.
maybe they'd had an argument that'd caused her to storm out. something stupid and so stubbornly them that it's hard to view it as entirely a mistake.
and then it's when she doesn't return for a day that he grows worried. but he waits. because maybe she's just that petty and stubborn and herself that she slept by the shore for a night.
but then another passes and the concern is already too great. so he searches. oh, does he search.
until he finds her body.
it's buried near their home. dressed in her most comfortable clothing, lain with 'atokirina and carvings he'd made just for her.
if they'd rejoined the dampaysye, she'd laid to rest by their customs. somewhat reluctantly so - as it means hotxenuk cannot visit her as easily. which is exactly what he does every day if buried in the ground.
he never recovers from the loss. it haunts him daily.
SCENARIO THREE : HOMICIDE
the worst case scenario.
most likely, it's another member of the huyuticaya gone rogue - splitting off from a hunting party, knowing the rumours of the clan's cursed son living in the forest.
except this time the casualty isn't just a butchered finger, it's her.
he's too late to stop it. they'd seperated while foraging, vuki stubbornly instisting that she could identify things on her own. he would've laughed, raised his hands in the air and comply.
when the scream erupted from across the forest, he wasn't quite sure he'd ever ran that fast.
hotxenuk would have arrived just in time to to see the perpetrator (from his clan - he is well aware of that white paint and purple cloth) standing over her body.
she's smeared with blood, the fruits she had picked (most were unripe, he knew from a glance) scattered across the grass.
hotxenuk wouldn't think. he'd charge. tackle the na'vi off of her, away from his mate, and simply start beating.
he kills them with hands alone. he dares not touch the weapon stained with vuki's blood.
he'd collapse at her side, then. coated in another's rancid blood, swiping his palms against the grass before hovering them over her face. she'd be long gone by then.
skin cold. a shade paler. eyes glassy and chest still.
the rage from then on is insurmountable. all-consuming. everlasting.
he never allows another na'vi into his - their - forest. any who dare to fall into his path are slaughtered.
the one good thing in his life - the one light - has been snuffed before her time.
and he will never, ever, forgive his clan for this sin, more unforgiving than anything they could have put him through.
in all cases, he sees her in everything. the water he drinks, the nearby river, the painted vase left to be overcome with dust in the corner. everything of hers is never touched again, only the outline is gently caressed by mourning eyes that still see her own looking back when closed.
I assign txepzal, putrescence and cailean on a group project together where they have to make a powerpoint presentation about Avatar. No not the ones with the blue people but like avatar the bending ones. How do they do?
Whos making the powerpoint, whos the speaker - what grade do they get, how shit does it all go.
what even is this lineup! i know your ass just randomly picked three shits!!!! no thought nor rhyme nor reason to it
anyway
TXEPZAL
she takes charge of the entire thing. like, full dictatorship, varang style.
not that im saying varang is a dictator. just a similar sort of style.
txepzal is definitely the one to present it. there's a lot of wild gesturing and strong language, a lot of na'vi thrown in that people don't really understand.
if anyone tries to interrupt, they get the death stare. it's not even a completely blank expression, she's still smiling. but it's... dead. lacking in any warmth you'd expect from someone smiling.
txepzal doesn't really follow what's actually on the slides. she either skims past important plot points, or lingers way too long on others.
bonus: her favourite nation is the firebenders. for obvious reasons.
if she were a bender... it would also be fire. for obvious reasons.
PUTRESCENSE
putrescense is a dog.
like. horribly mutated dog with its insides now outside, yeah, but that's a. dog. dig in the dirt, lick bones, tear your face off dog.
dogs do not have thumbs. dogs cannot use computers. dogs do not know that the four elements lived in harmony before the fire nation attacked.
anyway. if it was anthro -
it'd probably be stuck making the slides. and doing the research. and actually doing most of the work.
yeah, the other two are kind of incompetent. no, incompetent isn't the right word - more like... insane. txepzal's too busy trying to convince it to 'lend' her some teeth while cailean is trying to put a 'kick me' sign on her back.
at least putrescense has an excuse for the lack of mental prowess. it's a dog. a horribly mutated, virus-infected dog who'll still crawl to you, starving, after you blow it's head open with a shotgun and unzip its insides.
the other two? just flat out psychotic.
it does pretty well at the job, though. like, pretty nice graphics, borders, just the right amount of text that it doesn't feel like a chore to read through it.
it looks dead on its feet during the actual presentation. probably sits on the floor. exhausted because it's the only one who actually did anything.
bonus: its favourite nation would be earthbenders.
if it were a bender... well, it wouldn't be. it'd be some sort of deranged cryptid monster thing. or, like, a spirit like that one episode with the panda.
CAILEAN
he's kind of a wild card. he's a clown, after all.
it's not the... best at visual design (graphic design is its passion), and probably can't be trusted with a speaking role, so... entertainment. moral support. probably provides the snacks when they meet up to go over the presentation (do not eat any of it).
when they present, he clicks through the slides. probably snuck a bunch of random animations in. origami bird flying away between slides type of thing.
at least it's entertaining. mostly.
he probably tries to be extra distracting during the actual presentation. making faces, mocking txepzal, purposefully squeaking his shoes. making everyone else laugh at the darkest parts being discussed.
bonus: his favourite nation are the earthbenders! mostly because of king bumi. he's just so funny.
if he were a bender... he'd be an airbender. not necessarily for the nomadic lifestyle, though, more just because he'd likely get up to many shenanigans with it.
by the end of it, they get like... a low b. pretty good research, the slides were nice... too much fire nation propaganda.
who and what kind of people or things would be in Hotxenuk's dni list
ok so modern hotxenuk au i guess
i should draw that. anyway
>anyone from the huyuticaya
>rda
>vuki's sa'nok
>the guy who cut off his finger (dead)
>alcohol enjoyers
>people who grief his minecraft builds
>cepheuses
what if someone griefs Hotxenuk's house and other projects constantly
-strange deranged fan
your ass is not subtle c
i didnt even say deranged i just said numerous strange fans
anyway
he'd probably be pissed at first. like, dude, come on. that's his house. his gaff. his place of residence. his home away from nowhere because it is his home.
he'd rebuild it anyway. takes like, ten minutes because his house is a two-block-high box. still mad that all his items were probably destroyed.
if it keeps happening? he moves. goes another couple thousand blocks away, but keeps things smaller-scale. just in case.
if it still continues he gets revenge. makes a whole ass plan with a fake build and a stake-out until he kills the griefer
or, if it's something he worked incredibly hard on and put a lot of time and effort into... he just leaves the server for a while. maybe forever
yeah, he's not dealing with that. dude's gone through enough in his early life to know when something isn't worth putting energy into (well, most of the time.)
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