#Bionicle story

[voidaspects]

My personal hot take about the post-restoration bionicle story serials is that I'm very glad they exist, but also having them introduce foundation-shattering reveals and concepts, and then also being unfinished, was the literal worst combination of things they could've been.

I don't hold that against them, because like, obviously they weren't intended to be unfinished, but like...

imagine how much more seamless the whole thing woulda been, finished or not, if the serial killer murder storyline had just been a murder mystery story, and not a retroactive explanation for the concept of sentience itself lmao.

I know the topic has been talked to death, and there's a lot of opinions about those stories, but I just think about it a lot. like... having the basic foundations of the storyline restructured in a way that all lore will have to take it into account, and then also not having any closure on them, is like... the worst combination. which is super unfortunate! because I do still love that they even just exist, and I don't wanna take that for granted! but also now the concepts of mortality and consciousness themselves have been reshaped in a vaguely defined way oh no!

#lego bionicle #bionicle story #bionicle #bionicle lore

[malwarewolf-mocs]

#Bionicle #Bionicle story #Bionicle Lore #Bonkle #Bionicle Poll #Memes #bonkles #lego #Lego Bionicle #Bionicle Fandom

[northmarch]

I’ve had a thought. So in the Kingdom!AU, the Skrall probably won. Without Mata Nui, even if the Agori tribes had rallied against them it probably wouldn’t have been enough. The Skrall conquer southern Bara Magna and when the Battera make it pasts the mountains, well. This could be really angsty but The Kingdom always had sort of a ‘hopeful tragedy’ vibe to it. Like, no matter how bad things get ‘life finds a way’.

Maybe most of the main Glatorian survived. The Agori are enslaved but the Glatorian and a few others make it to the desert. They manage an alliance with Malum and the Vorox. Enemy of my enemy. And over the next 2000 years build a sizeable resistance. Probably get some discontent Skrall and Rock Agori on their side too.

The Battera may or may not be an issue? Tuma knows how to avoid them now but I don’t think he’d ever order his armies to just disarm themselves.

By the time the MU survivors make it to Bara Magna the two sides have probably been at a stalemate for a while. But it’s obvious that even if the fighting stopped immediately, the planet couldn’t sustain everyone for long.

Thankfully the Matoran are able to refuel their ships and make it to Bota Magna. Or something in the Valley of the Maze transports a team there. But they don’t stay, no.

In canon the Great Beings were supposed to build an additional giant robot to help Mata Nui repair the planet. It never showed so he had to reassemble the Prototype instead. My headcanon is that they did complete the Robit and have it buried somewhere under the Northern Frost. (That’s how I imagine the GBs would end up leaving Spherus Magna at the end of Greg’s GB Civil War arc). They commandeer the Rob3t and pick up all their friends before going off to find a new world to colonise away from the dying world and war mongers.

Sorta bringing the GSR concept back around to the abandoned colony ship idea.

#bionicle #Bionicle story #the kingdom #Bara magna #story ideas

[skylinx2o]

I got this sudden motivation to write Bionicle spaceship murder mystery with a side of eldritch horror

I might write this. I just might...

#bionicle #bonkle #bonkles #lego #bionicle fanfiction #fanfiction #bionicle story

[stealingpotatoes]

What's your opinion on Barriss and her story in Tales of the empire?

I liked it!! it was still a bit messy and needed more time or focus to work better, but it was LEAGUES better than morgan's episodes. my 2 pet peeves were "why was 4th sister 4th when she was clearly there before trilla (2nd) and reva (3rd)" (@just-prime pointed out they seem to have run out of inquisitor names LOL) and barriss' designs (partly cause head covering where???) or at least her inquisitor and episode 6 designs. both were so mid but i did a little sketchbook redesign of her inquisitor fit i watched it to heal myself

#basically my thoughts were this needs to feel more like a barriss outfit and it needs to be more distinct #bc her current one feels like Random Lackey Design compared to the incredible and unique quiz designs we've had before #(SHE IS STANDNG NEXT TO BIRDSKULL GUY LOOKIN THAT MID ??) #thoughts were keep the general outfit mostly the same but add in a hood and make the helmet FIT MORE WITH THE OTHER INQUISITORS #BC HER ONE LOOKED LIKE A BIONICLE #also i think this design works better narratively bc the hood suggests she's still a jedi (foreshadowing!) #but the sharper/ more cohesive helmet shows how shes still conforming w the other inquisitors #(which adds to the impact when she takes it off) #i think its wack how un-barriss the design was bc its not even like she was tortured into inquisiting (see: trilla) she just got gaslit #having her keep some of her prev elements would help the story AND her design #barriss offee #tales of the empire spoilers #outfit design #thanks for the ask! #sketchbook

[theseaofrainbowclouds]

MNOG Makuta

It's so hard to adequately describe just what about MNOG Makuta made him so terrifyingly powerful. Like there's a hundred-and-one other fantasy Big Bads that match his basic description: spirit of darkness, being of pure evil, corrupting entity. What makes this dark lord work?

I feel like a lot of it is just the deliciousness of the set-up. No amount of exaggerating how powerful he is means a thing in the dark lord contest, but you begin with "God is asleep because Satan tricked him and we have to wake him up" as the basic quest set-up told with an especially strong mythology creation story vibe to it as if to say this is just how the world is.

Then have the Makuta's influence turn the wild animals hostile. In another world this might not be terrifying, but our little dude have nothing but huts and fences to shelter them from the wilderness and when they leave their village they give up even that. These rahi beasts are dangerous enough that even the toa shouldn't fight some of them one-on-one in the beginning.

Add that you're not even safe inside your village. You know how the Makuta fills the island with infected masks that turn the rahi violent? Well, he can create diseases that get you in your home. You almost wonder if the Makuta isn't watching you now from every shadow.

Finally, you fight through all his strongest rahi, you go down into the darkness, you confront him in his grotto face to face and… the form he chooses is just a whirlwind of rusted parts that briefly form themselves into a fully infected version of one of the dudes you're trying to save. He doesn't need to impress you with how big and terrible he is, he can show you fear in a handful of rust. He is nothing you can fight, because he is as inevitable as entropy itself. He is your inevitable failure. You can't destroy what he is because he is nothing.

... And then you find out his name is Terry XD

#bionicle #mnog #makuta #realtalk though Teridax pulls some really devious gambits and straight up wins for a time in the full story #but nothing will ever match up to the raw menace that 2001's Makuta had for me #I only wish there was some way to have my cake and eat it too

[neon-ufo]

the end of a legend

#negl kinda love that the last words that came from the written bionicle stories were 'my name is mavrah' #i have such thoughts and feelings about it............ #mavrah #bionicle #biovival #matoran

[crystaltoa]

The Powers That Be started out very much as a murder mystery with Kopaka and Pohatu basically filling the typical Holmes and Watson roles respectively.

But now I can’t stop thinking about what Nuju and Whenua would be like as a detective duo in that genre of story, because they wouldn’t fit that Holmes-Watson mold. They’re more like Sherlock Holmes’s abilities split evenly between two people.

Nuju can make very rapid deductions and calculations IF he has all the information he needs. The trouble is, he often doesn’t have a lot of background knowledge outside of his field of expertise. Whereas Whenua has an incredible memory and encyclopaedic knowledge on a wide range of things. But his mind is so cluttered that he doesn’t always pick out which information is going to be the most useful or relevant …unless somebody else asks just the right question.

Neither one would be all that good of a detective on their own. But together… that could be interesting…

#I am once again thinking about the ‘Ko-Metru is the RAM and Onu-metru is the ROM’ thing from the story bible send help #Bionicle #whenua #nuju #i haven’t specified whether they should be toa or turaga in this scenario but it’s fun either way

[herora-nuva]

Me: "I can write a nice little essay script about the theme of destiny in Bionicle and how its used in the story. Shouldn't be too hard. I can definitely be normal about it."

Me (months later): *has written 30+ full pages of detailed analysis*

#I love this story so much there's so much to fucking talk about #but goddamn #I'm going insane #for reference my current longest video is 45 min long and has a script of 17 pages #bionicle #destiny

[musurvivalistguide]

Okay, hear me out.

When the Rahaga were first learning how to do what they could to save rahi from the Visorak (and likely in general), they had to have learned quite a lot from failing before figuring out the techniques that work best. Best example: Kualus learning how to do birdspeak. But...

What if they developed a secret "hunting" technique?

Imagine this: the Toa Hordika helping the Rahaga as they're also trying to figure things out before Vakama's betrayal. They come across a rahi that's hiding in a spot that would get exposed or destroyed by the Visorak, and it refuses to come out even with their best techniques. One of the Rahaga suggests using "the secret hunting technique", and the Toa Hordika watch in fascination and confusion as whichever Rahaga volunteers to perform it...

And it becomes the goofiest dance they've ever seen. They can't believe anyone would even dance so strangely on purpose. Worse yet, they can't even believe it's even working! How is this working?!

Whenua is now questioning how this technique has the effect it does on rahi, and I would not be surprised if he didn't try to learn how to do it himself!

...Matau totally got hypnotized by the dance as well, tell me not 😂

(Inspiration for this random idea came from this Amphibia scene here.)

#bionicle #matoran universe #rahaga #toa hordika #now imagine their turaga selves teaching it to certain matoran #it's been banned from being used in Le-Koro because Turaga Matau keeps getting hypnotized by the dance for some reason #once they hear the story then it all makes sense why it happens 😂

[downtofragglerock]

My biggest problem with the Red Star reveal actually isn’t the “oh it makes death meaningless” bit, but rather how greg made the requirements for getting revived on it so inanely pedantic. It’s like “Oh, Sidorak got crushed by Keetongu so badly that he couldn’t be revived” or “Oh, the Toa Mangai got killed by Eliminator, who I just retconned to be able to kill people so hard that they can’t be revived” or “Oh the Makuta were made from antidermis so they can’t be revived” or “Oops, this character died outside the giant robot so they’re out of range of being revived”. 

Like seriously greg, you already opened the “characters can get brought back from the dead” floodgate, now you’re just being an “um actually” guy

#bionicle #like there are several characters who it would be very interesting to meet in this sort of 'visiting the afterlife" story #but greg just throws them out and gives us several c listers that nobody actually cares about #and retcons that Nocturn died offscreen just so that we could have somebody who actually has a set there #Like Lhikan is really the only interesting red star inhabitant #and that's because his legacy impacts so much of the main story #yet most of the people his legacy lives on in don't even know him #so having the nuva the mahri or even the matoran of Mata Nui interact with him is an interaction gold mine #heck even the turaga meeting up with him again after so long is super interesting

[arr-jim-lad]

How could anyone stand against him? Anyway, this bitch,

#i love when stories do that #bionicle

[randomwriteronline]

Ko-Wahi was a short variety of generally not necessarily pleasant things: it was desolate, cold, harsh, and - when the winds didn't rush after one another through the icy peaks with low howling shrieks, cutting through the frigid aether like claws of an enormous Rahi reaching out to grasp any wayward Matoran foolish enough to dare wander in its territory - it was abnormally quiet.

So it reasoned that if Kopaka, Toa of Ice and Hating Being Around People, was not found anywhere else, he had to have secluded himself to a place that at the very least resembled the environment he had first felt at home in.

He didn't even flinch at the rush of air that accompanied the stomps which suddenly stopped by his side.

"You're late," he only commented.

The jovial jab Pohatu had ready for him froze in his throat, and he tilted his head slightly in genuine confusion: "Late?" he repeated.

"I expected you to be here five minutes ago," Kopaka replied.

"You were expecting... Me?"

"Of course I was," the other replied matter-of-factly: "If there's something I can depend on, it's the fact you'll chase me down to the ends of the silver sea just because."

The Toa of Stone blinked quickly a few times, eventually smirking back: "And if there's something I can depend on, it's that I'll always find you somewhere snowy and deserted."

He then leaned a little closer and proceeded to add, in a goofier tone: "Like your heart."

The gentle elbow punted in his side made him snicker as he successfully evaded it the first time; he cackled a bit louder when the second jab actually hit.

His friend did not dignify his amusement with any verbal response. Instead, he extended his finger.

Pohatu followed where it was pointing, staring at the same vast expanse of white he had just sped through (luckily without having to skid through any frozen snow - perhaps one of the very few things he certainly did not miss about the island of Mata Nui), and found nothing.

At first.

His pinprick pupils, so used to the desert sun, struggled a little more, trying to tighten even harder or widen ever so slightly: even with the clouds shielding his eyes from the sunbeams turned blinding as they were reflected on the candid coat of snow, the uniformity of the colors confused and unified all that supposedly existed before him with only few exceptions. There was snow, snow, snow, more snow, a leftover Visorak web, even more snow, another patch of snow, something looking vaguely disgusting half covered in snow, some more snow, a lance of light reflected from a point just outside the clouds' range, a vast amount of snow, a smaller amount of snow, snow, snow, and one last puff of snow over there. Riveting!

But Kopaka seldom pointed at nothing at all just to stretch out his finger; and once he truly focused on the exact location he was indicating, Pohatu saw.

He saw a jagged thing, sharp end splintered and jutting towards the sky like a blade, ever so slightly greyer than the pallor surrounding it; he saw its missing half laying mournfully among the powdery ground, defeated, cracked, open wide.

He saw its entrails, eroded by the weather, far too small to properly distinguish one object from the other from this distance - still they glittered grey and blue in the lack of color as if to remind in silent screams of their existence, once, as tools and furniture and inventions of scholars, before they'd found themselves abandoned in the wake of their master's leave as strange crystalline gore only partially hidden away in the haste of a half hearted burial.

He saw dozens of the jagged corpse's kind - once pillars, columns, immense bastions, now nothing more than ruins. Enormous animals frozen in place, never to thaw awake once more.

He saw frail, beautiful exoskeletons awaiting with such tiredness to be crushed, replaced by larvae in the bowels of which knowledge would thrive.

The wind passed between them without strength, not even lifting a snowflake.

"Breath-taking, isn't it," Kopaka murmured.

Pohatu nodded in silence.

They simply stood there for a long time, side by side, looking upon the carcasses of Ko-Metru's knowledge towers.

Looking upon what was left of a city of legends.

There had never been a Matoran called Kopaka, in the Turaga's tales.

He had never competed with Ehrye as they rushed to run errands for the seers in the hopes of one day being allowed to stand beside them at the top of those magnificent crystal constructions, spending days pondering and reading stars, uncovering the secrets of the future to the point of turning the very idea of tomorrow into such a mundane thing; he had never known Nuju, never looked at him with awe, or respect, or burning envy. He had never walked those streets, or skied down those slopes, or travelled to the Colosseum inside of a protodermis chute.

And yet he had found his chest aching as he had listened to those descriptions, from a nostalgia that wasn't his own. As though Vakama and his stories had handed him a coal that had long singed the Turaga's hand, still weakly sizzling, that now burned his palm in turn.

Mata Nui had been all he'd ever known as far as he was concerned. There had been nothing before; and if there had been, it wasn't the land the Matoran had been forced away from.

Yet despite knowing as much, despite the attempts to soothe the dull pain that had no place in his logical mind, in the long last hours he'd gotten to spend on the chiling peaks surrounding Mount Ihu the Toa of Ice had been unable to keep himself from wandering away from the material world into absentminded daydreams, trying to construct a memory that had never been there, a life he had never lived.

He had imagined Ko-Metru many times. He had imagined Metru Nui as a whole many times, the orderly archives, the silvery canals, the smoky furnaces, the dangling cables, the unmoving statues - a world for smaller eyes (like his never had been) to see. He had imagined the Colosseum, its inner mechanisms, even the Vahki guards, despite their presence being nothing but an annoyance at best and a source of uneasiness and dread and outright danger at worst. He had imagined himself getting in trouble with them often - who would they have been, to tell him what to do? What made them any different from a Bohrok?

He had imagined them often, but he had never seen them. Never whole. Never alive.

As he stared at what remained of a city of seers, he ached to have been there. Maybe he would have understood better. Maybe it would have hurt more. Maybe it would have felt more like home.

But would he have noticed? Any of the beauty, the lack of strife? Would he have liked a life such as this, spent either pondering on who knows what, or reading pages of history before they were even written, or running around tirelessly for people who did both former and latter? Would this sight have stirred something deep in him now, or would his amnesia have kept his feelings at a distance?

His chest hurt. Something inside it ached terribly, pushing hard against his muscle and metal, like a fish suddenly rushing to break the still frozen surface of a lake in a bout of claustrophobia.

He felt strange, uncomfortable.

Like something misplaced.

Kopaka's eyes wandered over the crystal towers, suddenly overwhelmed. He let out a shuddering, watery breath, as quiet as he could.

He needed not worry about being heard.

Pohatu was too enthralled by the sight before them to notice his momentary frailty.

He gazed on, unable to tear his his eyes from what his brother regarded as an enormous grave he could not mourn properly, and beheld only a thing of beauty.

It was not the vast expanse of Po-Wahi's desert, nor the infinite lushness of Le-Wahi's jungles, the burnt forests of Ta-Wahi, the Ga-Wahi reefs, the cavernous labyrinths of Onu-Wahi - it could not even compare to the frigid landscape of Ko-Wahi despite all their similarities, and he could tell from a first glance.

Ko-Metru and its siblings could have never been what the Koro of Mata Nui had been - they were not a breathing nook interwoven in the world around them: they were carefully constructed bubbles, encased, entrapped within themselves, the wild nature that once had run through it tamed carefully only to cry out despite its weakened form once the binds upon it had been snapped to pieces and left to rot.

It was not beautiful in the way he knew a land to be; it was not open and grand to the point of being frightening. It was shut on itself, broken, a pale imitation of what it had been.

And yet he found it all so gorgeous.

It had embarrassed him at first - not feeling. Remaining still and unfazed as the Turaga had longingly described what the Toa of Stone should have regarded as home, a field of statues tirelessly carved by artisans of his people. He had struggled to imagine it properly, managing only hazy scorches of some undefined place, like a mirage in the desert; and hearing his brothers and sisters wonder aloud, so curious, of how they would have expected their Metru to be, he'd been all but mortified at his own lackluster enthusiasm.

Had he really grown so self centered? All the world seemed to feel as though it had only started existing with his birth upon that fateful shore.

A city of legends on the other side of the sea... He could not have ever pictured it.

But now he was there, walking upon its streets, traveling across its lands, and it looked nothing like it had been described: it looked shattered and lost, and broken, and rusted, and standing still where it had once stood so proud and shining only to spite the cruelty of time that wanted it to bend and turn leveled.

Pohatu had lost himself between scattered remains of monumental statues, details sanded down until unrecognizable, or filled with what little life could make its home in such a crevice. He has searched between the broken Kanohi nobody had ever melted down again, seeing his and his siblings' likenesses over and over and over and over, he had followed broken cables back to the towers from which they had once served a purpose, raced along empty canals to make a sense of them, peeked into tunnels the roofs of which had been torn open like dissected anthills.

Metru Nui had never been whole, not for him.

It had always been this gorgeous wreck, this beautiful ruined landscape. He could not imagine it as anything less; he could not see it as anything mournful, or dead, or ugly.

Each toppled building was where it should have been. Each destroyed spire was exactly as the Great Spirit had intended it to be.

Such a frail, stubborn, lovely, wild thing.

A tragedy and a celebration.

Glowing brighter than the twin suns with every ounce of its incomplete, breath-taking beauty.

Kopaka felt something tug very gently at his arm. When he turned, he noticed Pohatu still hadn't taken his eyes away from the shimmering remains of the towers.

"Did you want to show me this?" the Toa asked, quietly, quietly.

His friend looked back to the sight before them and swallowed a heavy knot in his throat: "I did," he replied.

The grip on his limb tightened ever so slightly.

Comfortingly.

"Thank you." Pohatu whispered.

Kopaka did not answer.

They looked on.

#bionicle #pohatu #kopaka #metru nui #random writing #second hand nostalgia vs finding beauty in ruins: fight (the opponents start kissing each other tenderly) #in other news hi ive read 7 bionicle books in abt a month and im not even remotely mentally stable about these guys #both of these feelings in regards to the past are ones i experience and consequentially im feeling them abt bionicle too #it was never properly alive for me so im entranced by the story and the works and the fans and everything as someone from After It Happened #but at the same time i feel an ache to have been there at the beginning even though i physically couldnt have been #anyways sorry if stuff is ooc. i love these two lads but ive never written for em before #big shoutout to my friend rabid. i love you. thank you for letting the Fleshy Annotations swallow me whole

[kopakaskoolkompanion]

+Share your reasons if you want! (in the tags, preferably)

(Please don't hate on other years in the notes!)

#bionicle #bonkle #bionicles #bonkles #lego #sorry to those whose favourite year was 2011 when it was only 3 unfinished online story serials #i can only go up to 12 options

[sandiaheadonline]

If they met again, would things still be the same? They were best friends after all.

It is possible that Varian was found and rescued after the MU inhabitants migrated to Spherus Magna. But what would Norik's reaction be? What would they say? A lot has happened since Varian's imprisonment and they need a lot of catch up to do. I honestly hope to read about their reunion someday but I know I'd cry my eyes out if I did.

#Bionicle #bionicle fanart #toa hagah #Norik #Varian #spherus magna #no one gets left behind #dark hunters #Their story hurts so much goddammit #my art

[tiredspacedragon]

I know I've posted about this elsewhere, but I don't remember if I've talked about it here, so stop me if you've heard this one before.

Y'know how Zamor Spheres are all made of clear crystal, and take on the colour of their contents? Hence why the Piraka's spheres are all sickly green, because they're full of Antidermis?

Y'ever think about how, since the Toa Inika's Zamor were filled with Energized Protodermis, canonically speaking they would all be silver instead of red/yellow, blue, and green? Because I think about it a lot.

#bionicle #bonkle #toa inika #zamor #all those colours actually do exist in-story #the zamor hakann uses to steal brutaka's power was blue #the one hewkii used to drain that power back was yellow #and the stasis-field sphere axonn gave jaller to use on vezon was sea-green #but they were all one-offs