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Cutest little evil🐱

Tahu and Kopaka having to have leadership roles on Spherus Magna so they have to introduce alternatives to the combat-based bartering and issue-solving method the Agori were using because that would be a terrible basis to start a new society... but internally every time someone gets mad and suggests that they fight champions over the issue at hand they both want to immediately agree soooo bad. Proving that they're right (and better) through combat is so baked into them. plus fighting is fun. imagining either of them turning down a duel is insane. why do they have to be responsible Toa. Lewa is egging them on from the corner. help

thereadingaddic7

Agree to the fight, kick the shit out of their opponent then drags them back to the negotiating table so that they now know that violence won't get them the answer they want.

whiteheartlight

THESE are the exact kind of thoughts Vakama has to talk Tahu out of twice a week at least

angryraptor13

Meanwhile Pohatu, Hewkii, and Onewa are off refereeing disputes settled according to their ancient tradition: kolhii

whiteheartlight

Takanuva has been telling the story of the kolhii match between him and Teridax with increasing drama to legitimize this alternative

biomediaproject

BMP Interview: Kun Chang, BIONICLE Art & Design at Ghost

Recently, filmmaker, director, and artist Kun Chang kindly agreed to sit down with BMP and share his memories from working on BIONICLE. His contributions included storyboarding the six Toa short films, as well as designing the Kini Nui temple!

Kun also provided new scans of some of his art!!

https://www.maskofdestiny.com/biomediaproject/interviews/kun-chang

jujucomet

Bonktober Final Day - Awake

consulships

i do think theres something sad about how largely only the literature that's considered especially good or important is intentionally preserved. i want to read stuff that ancient people thought sucked enormous balls

literaryreference

Time to take this post entirely too seriously:

I often wonder if this is why you so commonly see the sentiment that we are in an era of uniquely bad literature, or at least that the fact that most books don't have artistic aspirations and are not aiming to be anything other than mindless entertainment is new. In fact what's new is the idea that everything is worth preserving (and also the internet making it easier to preserve it). The dumb artistically unambitious trash books of the past have survived only sporadically, because people thought of them as literally disposable.

When I was in college I had a professor who was an expert on detective fiction. He had a longstanding beef with the idea that "Murders in the Rue Morgue" was the first detective story. He thought that it seemed way too polished to be inventing a new genre, and also that the whole orangutan business had the vibe of someone subverting preexisting audience expectations and maybe engaging in a bit of stealth parody. With the help of some student volunteers, he went trawling through old magazines and newspapers and found hundreds of detective stories from the early 1800s that just hadn't garnered enough individual attention to be remembered. This was because most of them sucked balls. He created an online archive of them, so you too can read these mostly terrible stories.

tricky-pockets

I've spent a ridiculous amount of time on Project Gutenberg sifting through forgotten old fiction and lemme tell ya. a lot of that stuff sucks ass.

keferon

Colored reference for spellbound Mirage:>

monchursouls

🌾🌾🌾

Harvesting my wheat

rat-in-the-grain

Hehehehehe

monchursouls

Can I fucking help you?

becdecorbin

postkillclarity

something about knowing what you're fighting for

gooberjam

gatorgrumbles

Shockwave as a crab for a sea creature alt form

outofgloom

"Lord Dume"

When the Lords of Order fell, a new Order was needed.

And so, in the early days of that conflict, the Toa themselves took up the title.

Since then, it is to be hoped, they have learned humility.

bioniclechicken

Matau and his uncle that nobody wants to talk about

outofgloom

REPLACEMENT

The itch had begun an hour ago, somewhere down at the base of her skull. She'd thought nothing of it at first. She was deep in meditative thought, doing what she loved best: postulating graph nodes and arcs, verifying loops and connection-points and—

It wouldn't go away. She tried to maintain focus, but it was no use. At last she stirred, rolled her shoulders and clacked her jaws in discomfort.

The noise awakened two of her brethren who sat in alcoves nearby. Their eyes glowed in the dark of the deep cave, annoyed at the disruption of their own meditations. She bared teeth, and they left her alone. She wished that she could dismiss the itch just as easily.

To her left, down below her own alcove, another of her brethren appeared in a puff of closing vacuum and stepped out onto the vast Amaja which dominated the center of the cave. The flat area was intricately carved with cartographic notations: the accumulated efforts of many thousands of journeys through the pathways of warped space which made up the universe.

She watched as her brother stooped far below to scratch a tiny addition to one of the many offshoots of offshoots of paths that made up the Great Map. Her eyes widened, and a sharp anticipation filled her: Her duty and the duty of all her people, was to maintain this map and to refine it, to keep the fixed points true, and to keep the Void at bay. It had been so long since the last Addition. She would have to study this new feature, trace its contours, commit it to memory, and then—

No, not right now. Right now...the itch! It was a mounting pressure, pushing everything else aside. She slumped against the stone and writhed, trying to shift her body, trying to get away, but she couldn't. Her jaw clenched tight, and she raised clawed hands to her head....

Something changed. She sat bolt upright, and the feelers on her head twitched back and forth. Her jaws click-clacked involuntarily, and the two pairs of eyes glared at her again, but she paid them no heed. A door opened in the back of her mind somewhere, and she was hearing something...seeing...knowing something. It was a path, down by the south margin of the larger whorl of the Map. Had it always been there? She'd never noticed....

Abruptly, her mind was there, though her body was not: Her awareness traced the pathways and alighted upon a desolate island, flanked by crashing waves and jagged rocks. This was new to her...she had never fully projected before—that was an ability reserved only for the elders, wasn't it?

The landscape impressed itself upon her awareness—dull rocks and clinging, silver lichen—and somehow, it was all familiar. How could that be, when she'd never traveled there before? Or maybe...maybe she had forgotten? Impossible.

The itching sensation consumed her again, and her mind was pulled further: Now a decrepit fortress rose in her vision. Once more she found that she knew the path, all the way in, through the walls, into stone.

A blue-armored figure tapped its foot in a gray chamber. Its eyes turned round the room, turned, turned...then fixed on her.

Those eyes were familiar too.

Another rush of closing vacuum, and her body vanished from the alcove in the far away cave. The network of the Great Map opened, and she skipped from junction to junction along the clusters of warp-veins and capillaries. Down a side-path, she felt her awareness fixate for a moment on a small islet, where a crushed corpse lay under the daystars, and she understood....

By the time she appeared before the ancient blue-armored Toa, more memories had solidified. Memories of training, of testing...but were they her memories? They seemed real, but how could she know?

"Botar," the Toa said, frowning a little. "Took you three seconds longer than usual."

"The...the Botar is dead," she replied, her tone flat. The words simply came out of her, like a pre-recorded message.

The Toa's eyes widened imperceptibly. A moment passed.

"Well," the Toa said, "it's not the first time. Do you know me?"

Memories of training, of testing....

"Yes. You are...Toa Helryx."

"Just Helryx. I am no Toa. Do you know yourself?"

"I do."

"And who are you?"

A crushed corpse, under the daystars....

"I am...the Botar."

"And the Botar serves the Great Spirit."

"The Botar serves..." she trailed off.

"...Yes?"

To maintain the map...to keep the fixed points true...to keep the Void at bay.

"The Botar serves the Great Spirit," she said, and again the words seemed like they'd already been said for her. "The Great Spirit has called, and I have come."

"Affirmative," Helryx replied, smiling a little. "Hopefully you weren't in the middle of anything."

Postulating graph nodes and arcs...verifying loops and connection-points....

"No...nothing."

"Good. Then let's get back to work."

outofgloom

"And what was it called?"

"We...do not speak of that."

"I understand, Elder Kaita, but it is important. To record these things, in the time that remains. So, if you would...."

"E'ah, very well. Many things we called it: The Great Being's Wrath. Toa-Killer. Breaker of Masks...."

"These are known, yes, but what was it's name? Surely the Great Beings gave it one, like the rest of you."

"Only the old names they gave! Not the new. We were the givers of the new."

"Ah, forgive me.... But, I am correct in assuming that it had one, yes?"

"Well...."

"Go on?"

"We did not find out until...after. We do not—"

"For the chronicle, please."

"A'eh.... Its makers clearly saw things different. We knew it as Wrath, Killer...Eater. It killed us, and our comrades. But they...they had the gall to name it 'Salvation'."

"A strange name."

"No, we should not be surprised. It was their way. They did not see us, or know us. We were the grease in the machine that saved their world. Nothing more. In the truest sense, to them our destruction was indeed salvation."

"Their salvation?"

"Yes, but not ours.

njere

who's ready to swing? ☆

bonus: live skyfire reaction

i also included the hearts of steel design i made for skyfire, since I needed one to make the meme (i ended up really liking it ngl i love this big man)