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He doesn't even hear them.

He's so preoccupied with frantically dispatching Rahkshi in the hopes that at least one of them will shoot down a few of the far too many flocks of furious flying Rahi that suddenly stormed the other side of the Colosseum out of nowhere before Teridax realizes what his supposed Turaga has allowed to happen and punishes him for it, that by the time he catches the tall figures that have crawled into his room like ants attracted by rotting meat it's too late for him to even have the time to stumble away from them.

The protosteel talons are deathly cold as the hand wielding them clamps around his mouth. He screams and shouts and wails as hard as he can, but the words are muffled, barely recognizable.

"Where did you put it?" Hahli hisses, eyes piercing holes into his head. Behind her Kongu moves quickly, searching. "Where is the Avohkii?"

The mask - they want the Mask of Light, why do they want the Mask of Light? What are they planning? To make another Toa of Light? With whom? The Av-Matoran should all be heavily guarded, they can't possibly have found a candidate in such a short time, they can't have freed them, he would have known, it would have been reported! Her talons are so sharp and he can't tear his eyes away from them, even though he knows she's not supposed to hurt him according to the Code; looking at the bright side, his terror is keeping him from giving away the Avohkii's location in the room that the Toa of Air is now all but quietly turning inside out. Why, why, why hasn't he melted it down already? He should have chucked it into the forges the second he had it! But no, he had to keep it, keep it here of all places (why? He's not sure - maybe out of some sort of curiosity that's better described as envy, maybe out of some kind of stupid hope that it would latch onto him and do something, anything, to make him more than who he is) and now they're going to find it inevitably and, and... And then what? What? He wracks his brain to try and understand the purpose of their search. It's not like they can gain its power anyways, and it's all but completely useless without a Toa to bear it. Unless Takanuva is still -- no, no, he cannot be, they can't have found him, Pohatu said he had taken care of him and he was safe and sound somewhere nobody else would have found him so he probably hid him away in a cave, or somewhere secluded and secret and safe, and - Pohatu! Of course! Of course, of course--

Hahli struggles to contain him as he thrashes and squirms in her grip, howling against her palm and through the mind link he developed between them on the Island for his Toa to fight off these ruthless thieves; she tries to hold him still, to clamp her hands around him tighter without suffocating him, but he is just so loud and her fingers are shaking.

Kongu abandons any semblance of carefulness and starts tearing through anything that can open one way or another, desperate to find the mask so they can leave, so he can stop ignoring him as he screams and cries for their brother to run to his aid, to come save him, save him, save him--

"Stop it!" his sister finally snarls.

Silence follows.

He can't hear her thoughts anymore, but for a second - for a long second - he feels as though the Suletu was back on his face, and instead of having his spine turned to the two of them he was looking right at them.

He can almost feel the way she erupts into the false Turaga's mind with a roar that is more of a sob through a new mental connection.

He can almost feel the stunned emptiness that responds to her for a long, infinite moment.

Akhmou's hands lay shaking on her wrist. She does not fight them when they pull it down, freeing his mouth, allowing him to yell as hard and loud and long as he might want, and yet he only looks at her directly in the eyes, silently, as he cups her palm in his own trembling ones with a gaze that begs her to lie to him.

The question refuses to come out of him: it curls on itself in the deepest recesses of his throat, shaking its head, protesting its own existence, trying to disappear so that the answer can never meet it.

But the door to his mind is still open a sliver, and the response slips through it.

Akhmou stares at her.

He starts shaking.

Harder.

Harder.

Harder.

Pohatu had come to visit him after he'd settled into this room that could be best described as Turaga Dume's office, while he was fighting with his too long shawl like a proper idiot.

He had beamed at him with a smile so bright it could have vaporized a kraata: "By the Great Spirit! Aren't you a fine distinguished sight!"

"Don't make fun of me," Akhmou had mumbled, embarrassed.

"I would never dare to, Turaga," the Toa had laughed good-naturedly. He'd made his way over to him to lift the fabric off of his shoulders before he could get too tangled in it, so they could both better figure out what to do with that blasted piece of cloth and curse whoever had decided to make it mandatory for this position together between quiet chuckles, as though sharing an inside joke; he'd placed it down on the Matoran's shoulders, and watched him adjust it to his liking. "There you go," he'd grinned proudly: "It suits you, doesn't it? Just a little long, but that can be fixed."

"You really think so?"

"There's plenty of scissors large enough in Metru Nui."

"No, I meant..."

"I know, I know! I was messing with you, little brother." then he'd hushed briefly as though he'd bitten his tongue, correcting himself in a sheepish tone: "Turaga. Sorry, force of habit."

Akhmou had hummed thoughtfully, and cleared his throat, and smoothed his shawl with a sudden important air about himself.

"Well now," he'd announced sternly, pushing his chest forward and furrowing his brows in the best parody of Onewa's reprimanding scowl, "Referring to me like that should get you a wack of my staff to the head for your insolence--"

(Pohatu had snorted. Loudly. Between the voice, the pantomime and the choice of words he hadn't been able to resist. He'd pressed his hands to his mouth and shut his eyes hard to stop himself from laughing, trembling as he failed so badly he needed to squat down before he doubled over and fell from holding back his hoarser and hoarser chuckles. Akhmou had started snickering with him after a few moments, telling him to "Quit- quit that, this is a very serious - I am very angry, this is a serious thing that is happening now" while they both struggled to come down from their giggling fits until the Toa had finally managed to suck in a big, big breath, calm down, stand back up, settle himself in a properly formal stance, and gesture at the Matoran to please continue his speech.)

He'd cleared his throat again: "As I was saying! Such an offense should get you a wack. However, as you have always been otherwise very polite to me, and as the only Toa to answer to me with the proper respect, I've decided very magnanimously to give you permission to continue calling me little brother. Only in informal settings, of course."

Pohatu had bowed very, very deeply before him, so deeply that his mask almost touched the ground, and said as obsequiously as he could: "Thank you, little brother."

Akhmou had struggled not to start laughing again and twisted his expression into a comical grimace: "This is a formal setting."

"Oh whoops."

(They'd choked on their chuckles for two good minutes. "You can't keep doing this," Akhmou had tried to steel himself long enough to tell him, "It's not - I can't work well if you keep-" as Pohatu sank back to the floor with a wheezed apology, arms wrapped around his middle like he was having the stomach ache of a lifetime.)

"You're forgiven," the Matoran had eventually conceded, even patting the top of the Toa's head - since it was in reach, for once.

The larger being had leaned into his palm with a grin, sitting up: "And here you were wondering if you'd be a good Turaga," he'd laughed, "You've already shown more patience for a silly Toa like me than anybody else would have bothered."

"Even Teridax?"

"Hm, maybe not yet to that level. He's had me around for a hundred thousand years, after all." then he'd laughed, gently, amused: "Hopefully you won't have to endure me for that long."

(Akhmou had never told him that Teridax terrified him.)

(But so long as Pohatu was there, he did not have to worry.)

(Because Pohatu would have protected him, and he would have never hurt him; because if Pohatu had survived so long at Teridax's side and never become like him, then he would been safe, too; because if Teridax had never hurt Pohatu in one hundred thousand years, then he would have never hurt him, either; because Pohatu cared about him, truly, and he wasn't sure he could say the same for many other beings. Because Pohatu was a Toa, and Toa don't kill.)

Pohatu had cupped his head in his own hands, brushing his thumbs against the cheeks of his mask: "Look at you," he'd said. Their foreheads had met with a soft sound, like they'd met in the dark cave on the island of Mata Nui. "I'm proud of you, little brother."

Akhmou had believed him.

He really had.

And now he...

Now he...

Now he...

Now...

Now...

Now...

"Hahli," Kongu calls.

His voice sounds a little hoarse.

The flying Rahi outside are screaming less and less against the Rahkshi, either chased away or shot out of the skies: their cover, requested by the Zatth's power, won't last for much longer.

A dull sheen disappears from his hand and into a bag.

"We should quickflee. Now."

His sister nods.

Her eyes linger for a moment again to the Matoran curled up on the floor, shaking pitifully, mask cradled in his hands, thin voice sobbing over and over the same few barely discernible murmurs as he drowns in a shawl too big for him.

She wraps her limbs and fins around her brother with her Faxon shining only briefly, to gift her the mimetic coat that allowed their ascension to this room to be mistaken for a slightly too forceful breeze nobody had any reason to worry about at all, and they abandon Akhmou to cry in the complete and total loneliness of an abyss that once again opens beneath him to swallow him whole, between walls of air denser than the water that once almost devoured him and a silence that screams like an unmarked grave.

#bionicle #akhmou #hahli #kongu #orpiment au #random writing #today we are Causing Akhmou Irreparable Damage #this is another non linear moment! next up: i come for your fucking kneecaps #orpiment pohatu has exactly two things that make him genuinely happy in his life and those are teridax and akhmou #and akhmou is holding onto him like his life fucking depends on him #as for teridax... #well.

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I FUCKING FORGOT THE ORGANIC'D AU. THE GENERAL OPINION BEING A HORRIFIED "WHY DO YOU HAVE FLESH. WHO ALLOWED THAT."

How would the same characters in your AUs react to their canon counterparts and vice versa? How would they react to other characters?

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So do you ever think about how there's a passage in an official Bionicle book that reads "Gresh rode hard"? Like, do you ever stop and think about it? And realize it's very gay in the context of it being a story of him and Gelu working together? Or you're normal?

Ages ago i was about to ask a boy who called a girl i was friends with a spermsucker for No Discernible Reason what sperm was to embarrass him back bc i genuinely didnt know and assumed my experiences were universal so i was convinced that he didnt know it either (wed studied the reproductive system the year before) (i had zoned the fuck out) so its safe to say that passage mightve flown right over my head and also im fairly certain that was Strakk and not Gelu he was working with, though about Gelu i do have a stupid funny idea that once things are peaceful and fine and all the surviving glatorian meet up for drinks n shootin the shit or smth at some point he just loudly announces "btw i like shoving my tongue in metal holes" and everybody else very quickly hushes to collectively experience the five stages of grief except for Tarix who goes "finally something you have in common with Kiina" and she tries to kill him

So while i do not think about Gresh riding hard im pretty sure i wouldnt qualify as normal

#random talks #i also have! general age vibes hcs! and gresh feels Not Old Enough for that double entendre to be funny instead of hhh to me #in the case youre wondering the hole gelu is talking about is the mouth which is the only hole toa/matoran/turaga have #he made out with lesovikk once and figured out the reason he never clicked with any partner is just bc his type is 80% Made Of Metal #kiina on the other hand has not made out with a toa yet. she wants gali so much shes exploding but gali is havin a Gals Bein Pals situation #bc she has no clue what romance is #gali: (recounts a little embarrassed how she curbstomped Icarax and destroyed Karzhani with he water outrage) #kiina (shaking so hard her femurs are dislocating): could you do that to me next

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Briosa Crociera my FUCKING beloved

#pokémon #briosa pokemon #random draws #FUN FACT if i ever fucking get through my paralysis and finish writing that fucking chapter: this is how she looks in it! #shes not wearing a binder underneath that its just one of those loose elastic bras #small reminder bc she hasnt been seen in a while but shes a she/her trans man

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i never posted this before but im tired of seeing it sit there so... Emmet/Tornadus and Ingo/Thundurus from my Forces of Nature AU. This is a sort of intermediate form, as their horns resemble piercings in their more properly "human" appearances

#pokémon #pokemon legends arceus #submas ingo #submas emmet #tornadus #thundurus #random draws #i meant to make Elesa/Landorus and Briosa/Enamorus too but never got around to it so. woops

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Perditus grunted a little as he adjusted his leg while laying down against the rock. It was a pleasant day, all things considered: the sun was warm without being smoldering, the winds were strong but not as harsh as usual, and he had something to make the pain a little more bearable.

With his eyes shut he fished a flint lighter and a medicinal sghitt out of the pouch under his thigh armor.

He didn't bother looking as he heard footsteps approach quickly; medication stuck between his teeth, he clicked lazily until he caught the telltale crackle of papery tissue catching fire, took the longest, deepest inhale he could, soaking in the acrid taste and familiar burn in the back of his head, and let an enormous cloud of septic-smelling smoke blow out of his mouth with a growling sigh.

His fellow debtor sat beside him nervously, scanning the horizon.

"Any news?" he asked.

"I was going to ask you," the Glatorian replied.

"None, then."

"None."

Hard nails tapped far too quickly against the rock.

Perditus took another drag. The numbing effect was starting to take hold of his anguishing limb.

"Do you think it'll be soon?" Atakus asked.

The Tapyri exhaled: "Maybe."

"Yes or no?"

"Maybe, I said."

"Maybe means nothing," the other said, glaring at him with his typical nervous anger, the fact that the larger being still wasn't looking at him inconsequential: "Will it be soon, yes or no?"

A shrug: "Probably, yes."

"You think?"

"Unless he wants to observe these freaks of nature do their merry little dance in a new environment for a while. But I'll bet a guy like him has already watched them long enough to get bored by now."

Another pause.

The hard nails were now scratching at the stone.

Another long drag and a puff of smoke.

"Do you think he'll kill us before or after the plan's done?"

"Who knows," Perditus answered lazily. He reclined his head to better bask in the sun. "Before would be a little annoying. For us, of course, he wouldn't care if we never saw what all this thankless work has been for. But then again we're his cannon fodder - maybe he'll wait till he has no need even for that."

He played with his sghitt, turning it between his fingers.

The knowledge that his eventual instantaneous murder would be inevitable had slowly but surely numbed him to the very same fact across the span of the many, interminable centuries that had passed since the day he'd started wracking up this blasted debt, and his only request (which he knew would never be taken into consideration) was to be allowed to die slowly, painfully, so that he could at least feel the life leave his body properly; but Atakus had never managed to make peace with the horror of their shared fate, and now that the moment was drawing near he was every day a little closer to losing his mind completely to the horror of his situation.

Frankly he was surprised the Potori had lived this long, with as anxious a disposition as he had. He'd always imagined he'd get out of his shackles with a stroke.

And yet here they both were.

Awaiting the second coming of a cruel god.

And while entire species were about to be massacred into heaps of melting, wailing scraps any second or day or month now, they were sitting against a rock under a pleasantly warm sun bathing in its light.

He could hear the Agori's irregular breath become louder.

"How's your leg?" Atakus asked in a fruitless attempt at changing the course of his spiraling thoughts.

"Hurts as usual." Perditus replied. "How's your heart?"

"Beating too fast," the Potori answered, "As usual."

The Glatorian's hand leaned over to the smaller being, offering the sghitt between his index and middle: "Take as many as you need."

The medicine was taken from his fingers by significantly shakier ones. He listened to the air slither with a long hiss into Atakus's lungs for the first time; the second was a little longer, a little less frantic, followed by a loud sigh; the third time was slow and deliberate, finally a little more at ease.

He listened to the sound of Skrall armor scraping against stone as the Agori laid back against the warm rock with him. A smaller hand placed the medication back in his palm, and he hummed gratefully before taking another drag himself.

The wind picked up slightly and dragged the smoke away from them.

He opened his eyes blearily, squinting in the sun.

Such a nice day.

Something far, far away, up in the clear sky, exploded. He saw the burst, a blot of bright hot color tearing apart the stratosphere, and long lines of white and faint red as pieces of whatever that was tried to land on Spherus Magna; but the destroyed body was barely above the size of a dot from where he was, and its meteors shriveled up into dust before coming anywhere close to the highest point available for them to strike, and in the end nothing of whatever tragedy had just transpired mattered at all.

The Glatorian hummed.

"Did something happen?" Atakus asked, eyes closed.

"No," his companion reassured him. "Relax."

The Potori did not respond, and got a little more comfortable.

Perditus glanced at him.

Maybe it made sense - he mused for a second, a second only - for Velika, of all cruel, paradoxical beings, to one day have complete and total control over this cruel, paradoxical world.

#bionicle #perditus #atakus #random writing #smoking tw #implied drug use #its essentially painkillers in the form of like a joint but im putting it there just in case yall want it #based on my hc of perditus having a fucked up leg prosthesis that hurts like hell so he needs medicine to have some time without pain #anyways ENJOY YOUR ALLEGIANCE W/ VELIKA!! YOU ARE NOW ENTITLED TO: lifelong debt; nihilism; the assurance that your boss WILL kill you #i dont necessarily care for atakus nor perditus but i like to look into characters' brains and their role as velika's allies is interesting #to me neither of them are properly 'loyal' bc that would imply they respect velika. which they fuckin Do Not #they are terrified of him and he has them in a chokehold bc he can kill them by looking at them slightly to the left if he so decides #but neither side has any respect for the other. theyre useful toys to velika and hes a volatile dangerous and powerful asshole to them #atakus n perditus are not necessarily friends?? either?? but theyre the only bitches on bara magna in this situation so theyre like My Man #just two guys enslaved by a sort of divine entity waiting to be fucked over by said entity. better than bein alone in this ig

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attention this is your captain speaking chag sameach pesach to all celebrating and a reminder do not open the airlock to greet elijah the vulcan rabbinic council ruled that opening the door to the room where the seder is occurring is sufficient elijah can get on a starship just fine himself he just likes to be personally invited in to your seder we dont need another incident like last year thank you

#chag sameach! #*wheezes*

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The port was bustling with beings of all sorts. If the noise hadn't already been enough to make him as sick as a De-Matoran exposed to the faintest buzzing of a far away Rama, the bodies shoving him around like an empty sack and squashing him between them would have gotten the job done.

If somebody apostrophed him he either did not notice or did not aknowledge it; frankly, in a place like this, it was better that way.

Masks, teeth and snouts melted in his vision as he passed through them, struggling to breathe as the tremors that had started rattling him half to death hours ago still refused to give him any respite. Within the swirling typhoon of his own thoughts he realized numbly he had nothing on himself - no currency of any kind, no object to trade, no means to survive beside his own tool.

Then, like a dream, an unusual Kanohi flew past him.

His yellow eyes fixed on it.

He managed to move only as it was disappearing off towards the docks, devoured within the shifting mound of bodies: he bolted off after it with newfound energy as he shoved his way through the much larger beings blocking his path.

"Whexie!" he cried out: "Whexie!"

The white-armored Toa stopped in his tracks and looked around, a puzzled expression beneath his mask.

Relief swept over him as he recognized the Calyx.

"Whexie!"

The Toa's gaze fell onto the golden Hau, and lit up.

"Lhi!" Whexie shouted back at him, arms raised and already hurrying over to him: "Lhi! Brother of mine!"

They joined fists in a quick salute before Lhikan was pulled into a tight hug: "Great Spirit," he wheezed as he grabbed onto the cold armor like his life depended on it, "It's been so long."

"It has! Ah, it really has - how many years? A thousand, two, three?"

"What are- you," the Ta-Toa struggled to speak "What, what are you doing here?"

His friend pointed to a ship docked not too far away, all abuzz with Toa of Ice: "Just stopped to restock - we're off to get some brothers and sisters for a team or two. What about you?" a laugh snaked into his voice: "Don't tell me they're still sending you off on errands!"

Lhikan would have laughed about it too, because he'd always hated running errands, and maybe he would have groaned before confirming his punishment, or playfully shoved him off for assuming he was still being treated like a freshly turned novice after all these centuries of hard training.

But the Toa of Fire only managed the momentary ghost of a chuckle, and though he tried, and tried, and tried, his words failed him.

His grip onto Whexie tightened, shivers wrecking him once more; his brother's smile dropped quickly as his friend's condition visibly worsened in the span of only a few seconds.

Before he could press on, Lhikan spat out a single word: "Frostelus..."

The Ko-Toa stiffened: "An attack?"

"The," Lhikan stuttered, "The fortress..."

Whexie's hold on his arms turned steadier, his eyes resolute - they'd known each other for so little, all things considered, back when he'd come along to a visit to his cold brother's own fortress, but his readiness to action was the first thing that had stuck out to him and that he had so terribly envied even after the two had become fast friends: "How far is it from here?" he asked quickly. "If it's close enough it'll take us nothing to--"

But Lhikan shook his head, and his voice sputtered out of him like dirty water from a faulty faucet: "N- n- Whe- Whexie, no, it's - gone, it's gone, it's gone, the for- fortress is, it's... It's..."

He stopped only as kind arms wrapped around him again.

"Oh, Lhikan," he heard breathed into his audio receptor. He clung again to the white armor while a hand pressed comfortingly on his back. "How many of you escaped?"

The tremors turned harsher. "Me," the Ta-Toa started as if making a list; but no names followed his.

The hug enveloping him squeezed him a little tighter.

A kind chill seeping into his muscles offered a welcome respite.

The hold on him shifted suddenly, slipping around his shoulders to press him against his friend and sustain him, as though he was going to fall to the ground at any moment.

In all fairness, with how hard he'd started shaking again, it wasn't that silly of an assumption.

"Come," Whexie said with such a tone that it almost sounded like an order while beginning to drag him away from the spot he'd seemed to root himself in: "Come, brother of mine, come with us. We'll take care of you."

Lhikan struggled to stand his ground, to halfheartedly pull away from the kind grip: "No, no - Whexie, there's- I'll, I won't--"

"It is no good to walk alone in a universe as vast as this, even with masks as powerful as yours and mine," the Toa of Ice cut him off. His frigid tone melted a little as he tugged his poor brother closer, so much that their heartlights could have been mistaken for a single one from a distance: "You'll always be welcome among my kin. And I told you, didn't I? We're setting off to assemble a team or two. I know there is no one beside whom I'd want to fight more than you."

The lone Fire Toa's yellow eyes wavered briefly.

His head laid hard against Whexie; stiff shoulders at last sinking with a long sigh which was equal parts grateful, relieved, and still so awfully guilty, he allowed himself to be taken to the ship without offering any more resistance.

"Mata Nui sent you here, brother," he whispered before one of the more seasoned Toa could stop his work to holler down at them, demanding to know who he was.

He felt a cold hand squeeze him comfortingly: "I'm glad he did."

#bionicle #lhikan #toa mangai #random writing #mentioned once i built up som lore abt whexie and lhikan bein pals and thought id write this small scene that came to me #right after lhikan escapes as the sole survivor of his toa fortress #which i would imagine. would rattle the fuck out of him for a while. as traumatic events do #whexie him and nidhiki will later on form their own team and move out to recruite the rest of the mangai #whexie will then go on a mission without returning (dying) thus leaving lhikan more alone as nidhiki grows more callous n distant

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Episode 17 - Bad Mood

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#rad art alert #warui i understand your vision but have you considered that (flaming text) DIVORCE

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good evening to the four people who like these (who's who in alt)

#bionicle #kongu #lewa #toa mangai #lhikan #kapura #jaller #whenua #nuju #tuyet #dalu #matoro #gorast #brutaka #axonn #hydraxon #kopaka #gali #humanized bionicle #whenuju #random draws #the brutaka n axonn and kopaka n gali ones had infested my brain for a bit and made me laugh hysterically when i thought of em. now im free #now ive drawn all the turaga metru!! they left the city n got new hairstyles. cant recreate civilization w/o growing ur hair out ig dhsghjd #ive made up a lil lore on whexie n lhikan knowing each other before the mangai n bein pals after TPTB had lhikan call for ihu #lhi is Tired. its hard bein a single mother when ur a male toa with 10 teammates of whom 5 cause problems on purpose #gorasts clothes were the original makuta 'uniform' and mightve been modeled over the great beings' attire #GET THEIR ASSES DALU I BELIEVE IN U

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In ICU

Exactly what the title says. Im in ICU for severe frostbite on both legs (frankly its a miracle i still have them. Or that im alive for that matter)

Good chance I'll need surgery on them later and guess who's still too poor for that? Given the changes theyve been trying to make to tje healthcare system recently, im not sure im covered

Anything helps, p@ypal me at: [email protected]

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Hey gang! I got fired from my job and need to keep my coffers full until I find a new place to work. I’m saving up to move out of my transphobic mom’s house in the fall if that helps!

I’ve got adoptables here and a ko-fi here!

I’d also like to work out what kinds of adoptable sets I want to make in the future, as well as what kind of commissions people would want to buy from me, so please send in asks if there’s anything you want from me on those fronts!

Please stay safe and have a wonderful day!

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thinking about spherus magna so so so much and i NEED to write about the tribes and their bodies and their eating habits

to start off - agori and glatorian are like dogs and wolves: same progenitor, compatible to create hybrids capable of reproduction, different appearances and strengths but similar genetic curriculum.

the seven tribes have specific differences in appearance but most of their anatomy is still the same - humanoid, sharp spaced teeth, vestigial minuscule stubby tail, flat nose, small ears. cross-tribe children weren't very common before the shattering (big ass planet and all) and might become more common as time passes (lots of people died and whatnot), but due to there being no real hierarchy in the gene pool they wont necessarily be perfect hybrids of their parents: more often than not they will resemble only one of them, or showcase smaller traits of the other.

Tapyri (Fire tribe) - oval pupils stretched horizontally, tough skin that secretes a layer of protective mucus good for hot dry climates. different skin pigmentation in the form of spotted patterns, mostly on the back, is surprisingly common.

Gaquri (Water tribe) - crescent pupils stretched horizontally, drop-shaped sturdy scales that slightly overlap. hands and feet are lightly webbed between their fingers, while the eyes have a protective lid for underwater diving.

Lebori (Jungle tribe) - beaded pupils stretched vertically, short thin feathers, mostly greenish, which generally have little use. fingertips, palms and soles have small hooked cells to better their grip when climbing trees and rocks.

Koniri (Ice tribe) - rhomboidal pupils stretched vertically, thick fur that sheds and changes color depending on the seasons. powerful nails and bite, build up fat much easier than other tribes and are incredible sprinters on short distances.

Banuri (Sand tribe) - slit pupils stretched vertically, very small polygonal scales tightly placed together. small sharp horn-like protrusions all over the body, mostly the head, and remarkable adaptability to varying temperatures.

Potori (Rock tribe) - rectangular pupils stretched horizontally, wooly fur that varies in thickness depending on place of origin*. duller teeth, immune to most poisons, have heightened endurance in harsh climates and tougher bones.

Fezeri (Iron tribe) - round pupils similar to a photocamera's aperture, sectioned carapace not unlike that of an insect over skin. have a tendency to develop reddish crusts with age which need to be removed through cyclical moltings.

when it comes to food. oh baby.

ANY CREATURE in the desert is fair game. theyre most of the meat available and by god these people will Fucking Get It or die trying. blood is both cooked and drunk (usually on special occasions) and is often given to sickly, pregnant or young individuals; bones are generally split open for marrow, but while smaller ones can be grated or used to make stock broth, the bigger ones are kept to make weapons or tools - the only ones that eat them are the Bone Hunters, which is why they're called that in the first place, and the Zesk and Vorox, who have built in weapons.

Tapyri have very fertile soil but horrendously high temperatures, so they can grow only a select few plants, mostly cereals. common foods are iron snails and a type of edible lava residue, but a real delicacy is the elusive heat-resistant mole, which is incredibly fat and tender but also fucking FAST. they cook mostly on slabs of rock heated over lava, or on roasts

Gaquri eat anything that enjoys humidity - slugs, leeches**, tadpoles, frogs, other small amphibians, fish and crustaceans if they had any. their vegetables are cave mosses and freshwater algae or kelps - a specific type produces "kelp jades", round fruits that are sticky as hell. they tend to eat things raw, but can also afford to steam or boil their stuff

Lebori have the vastest array of fruits and greens available thanks to living in the green lung of a fucking desert and everybody imports that good stuff from them. their local protein source is comprised mostly insects***, worms and other invertebrates, which they employ in various methods. since they have access to oil, they often default to frying food

Koniri have access to small game and a discrete amount of forests in which they've learned to recognize edible berries, leaves and especially branches. a typical dish for them is a bundle of sticks wrapped in very far strips of meat. in some lakes they also harvest a strange type of anemone. when they don't freeze-dry their food, they tend to either boil or roast it

Banuri relied evenly on hunting, gathering, and husbandry. Zesk and Vorox have adapted thoroughly to the desert ecosystem, and while the first still gather lichens, the latter most hunt in packs

Bone Hunters, being scavengers, eat anything and everything; the Skrall had a more plant-based diet, but in Bara Magna added salt-dried meat; other Potori prefer vegetables like briars and thistles

Fezeri lived in fairly comfortable climates and could afford a pretty varied and balanced diet. Telluris allegedly eats, but nobody can confirm. Sahmad is trying to fuckin survive. give him a break

*Bone Hunters, native to the Bara Magna area, resemble goats; the Skrall, native to a snowy mountain area, resemble sheep. similar cases are found in all tribes across Spherus Magna (ex. BaMa lebori are more akin to geckos, BoMa lebori to lemurs)

**Gaquri would, as such, be the first to try and eat a kraata or krana without even thinking about it. the consistency would not bother them, but they would be mostly perplexed to discover there's food that tastes, respectively, "dark" and "bright"

***scarabax beetles not included, because they taste horribly and are not worth the effort of catching to feed off of them for anybody. Click will live forever

#bionicle #spherus magna #bara magna #agori #glatorian #skrall #bone hunters #zesk #vorox #random talks #hi. it is currently (looks at clock) Fuckin Late. and i just discovered that the prefix for gravity is ba- and for magnetism is fa- #i think i got most of my thoughts out of myself #apart from various physical reactions for the tribes BUT. i am. tired. #i also have Thoughts on food in the matoran universe and stuff but thats for!!!! another day #in the meantime. have this. if you would

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more of those metropeople

first one by @oryst, second by @snowolf-69, third by me :]

#rad art alert #ooooh love those poses....

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I regret to inform you that Discord's new Terms of Service includes an arbitration clause. You can find it here https://discord.com/terms/#16. This clause includes an opt-out, which I have transcribed here:

You can decline this agreement to arbitrate by emailing an opt-out notice to [email protected] within 30 days of April 15, 2024 or when you first register your Discord account, whichever is later; otherwise, you shall be bound to arbitrate disputes in accordance with the terms of these paragraphs. If you opt out of these arbitration provisions, Discord also will not be bound by them.

These clauses are underhanded ways that corporations seek to deprive you of your right to participate in class-action lawsuits and your right to a jury trial. (This does only apply to us users ,other people still spread the word though )

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What's an identity but a lie?

(points at Velika) I've had enough of this dude

#bionicle #velika #humanized bionicle #random draws #gif warning #finished reading the completed version of The Powers That Be on mythsandlegacy.com! it was interesting! i will be ignoring all of the plot #especially in regards to lesovikk i Do Not See It. i am Looking Away. he is Contented and Taking A Break as we speak. #im sorry but when the character who hasnt had a shred of joy in ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS ends like That i say no thanks and turn around #but yes! velika was very interesting. disgusting little bastard. i want to squeeze his head in my hand #congrats to whiteheartlight for correctly interpreting artakhas characterization towards the nuva! #i will still forever read him as a distant estranged absentee father bc its funnier n feels more 'right' to me but congrats nevertheless #the red star itself was certainly A Thing. unfortunately my own idea of its zombies had nothing to do with what ended up being so... yea... #as i said! i am ignoring All Of The Plot #my city now #also fun fact i constantly forget Velika is not female bc his name aligns perfectly with common girl name patterns where im from. anyways #AT LAST I HAVE SHED MY CHAINS (used a b*tim song in a non-b*tim context)

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sent from above

Sammy stares at the man on the floor. Was he a false savior? Or an angel?

Notes:

inspired by the end of the batim chapter 1 fan remake :) i would link it if i could but alas...... (looks at JDS LLC)

RATED: G WARNINGS: Religious fanaticism, Paranoia Length: short (500 words) Ao3 link here. REMINDER: you must be signed into Ao3 to read my work on the platform due to AI scrapers targeting my work.

Sammy stared down at the man who had invaded their peaceful realm. 

He was soaken with ink, laden with the liquor of the Lord, and his expression, though it was hard for a moment as he turned to face the prophet, was now soft, lined with benevolent concern. 

Sammy’s hand tightened on the pipe. 

Who was this? His immediate thought was this was a false god, some imposter who had thought that he could take the place of his Lord. His arm rose to bring the pipe down again, but something- something stopped him. 

A realization. 

This could be a gift. What was that angel always yammering about? That she was an angel, sent onto them from above? No, she was not. Sammy had seen her rise from the inky puddles, she was a blasphemous fraud. Oh- oh, the realization. The revelation.

This… this was the man that Sammy had been prophesying of all along. He was wrong, in his interpretation of the Lord’s word. His Lord never meant that He would redeem him himself, and while the notion stung, this man was proof that they were not abandoned. 

He would set them free- he was sent from above. Sammy had seen the rays of sunshine above him, burning his dark and holy skin with its purifying rays. 

Sammy knelt down to this angel, prodding with the pipe carefully. His teeth, wet and soft, gnashed against one another as he tried to comprehend the human form before him. 

It was… perfect. 

Sammy inhaled once, allowing himself to relax and smile. 

But maybe- 

The thought struck

Maybe too perfect. 

Sammy flinched back, as though burned. But of course! This was nothing but a ruse, a lie, a deception! This man could not be the savior from the Lord; it was not what Sammy was promised. Or was he? 

Sammy’s head spun. He could hardly decide what he believed anymore. Was his faith so shaky?

Resolving himself, he dragged the man- angel- falsehood- into the center of the pentagram. He took the axe, ran his slick fingers along the edge of the metal. Sharp. Clean. Beautiful. 

He set it aside. It was not his tool. 

Quietly, he heard the Voice of the Lord echo through the pipes, whispering; Not yet.

A rush of electricity ran through Sammy’s body, his fingers trembling with delight, his lungs aching to sing with praise for his Lord. At last, a message! A message, for him, after silence for so long! And one that proved to him that he would be an instrument in the coming of the end, in the coming of their Freedom. The axe was not his, not yet. It would be his. He would be at the side of this angel, and together they would forge the new world. 

His heart light, Sammy assured himself that he would watch this sheep carefully, and he would be his shepard, to guide him unto the path of their Lord. 

He would set them free. 

Amen. 

#bendy and the ink machine #oh? ohoho? now this is an interesting interpretation...