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Bionicle sideblog established March 23rd 2025. My own creations tagged with "#hashtag my moc" Other blog: @superbova1995

[april]

women are like diamonds: synthetically-produced women are not meaningfully different from naturally-formed women, and anyone trying to tell you otherwise is probably trying to justify keeping their women mines open

[gayluigi]

[anomalocaris-in-da-clurb]

Women are like diamonds since they are composed primarily of carbon.

[skittybot]

women are diamonds bc some of them can be found in baseball stadiums

[galis-gock]

Matoran of the Green has something for you! <3 Check under the cut to accept the gift

[wrobots]

been getting back into bionicle , so it’s posting its old mocs again ^w^ this is the evil fucked up wizard , ok ?

[wrobots]

Rusted

[toa-null]

~ Karzahni the Mad God: Reforged ~

"Laid low by a matoran? Is that what you truly believed?"

Very pleased with how this form came out! Waiting for the orange chains from Bricklink was the correct call! I'd love to hear your thoughts on this crazed bio-mancer!

Mata Nuva lore below the break!

Teridax breathed another sigh of irritation as he crested the stairs into the hall that lead to his throne room in the Darkened Keep. More of his kin reduced to little more than muttering fools.

The Makuta valued his pawns, but refuses to personally help them while the threat that left them as such still remained.

"The Shadowed One come to retake his throne? Roodaka here for... a chat?" his mind mulled the possibilities that lay before the threshold with one of the doors left bent off its hinges, the light from the hall leaking into the endless maw of shadow.

The titan reached the doors and the shadows beyond ripped them apart, allowing their master to enter.

"Well, I must say I-"

"Laid low by a matoran? Is that what you truly believed?" the deep voice resonated with a tone Teridax recognized immediately.

Of all those expected, Karzahni was not among them. The mighty Makuta could not help but stop his march forward for just a beat. But a beat is enough for the Mad God, who is delighted to fill the chamber with his words.

"I am left with two possibilities then, dear brother. Either you believed it or your minions did. Either your mind or your iron grip is slipping and I find either option-" the titan interrupted himself by slamming his fist, "disappointing!"

"He's baiting me. He wants to know what I know of the Matoran who killed him and is egging me with bravado. Better work than I'd anticipated from a Rahi-Headed bag like him," Makuta pondered as the titan in his throne raged on.

Parry.

"You are not one for house calls, old one," Teridax crowed calmly, "...yet I find you in mine."

"HA! Your home? Your Dark halls? You may be Master of Shadows but you are certainly no One of Shadows. You mock my intelligence," Karzahni rose from the throne and proudly strode forth to meet Teridax in the circle of central columns.

"What intelligence? You fill the room with noise to drown out any sense that might resonate within that cursed mask of yours!" Makuta met him in the dim light in the center of the room.

"Don't overplay your hand, dear Teri. You and I both know th-"

Strike.

"It was a Great Being. That killed you."

Karzahni stopped and his eyes flashed to meet Teridax's. "Your, apparently prized, intellect hardly matches your sheer power. That much is clear with your attempt at bluffing. So, what are you here for? To say hello? Some sort of I told you so? Or-"

"Wait, what do you mean it was a Great Being? Like one of the originals?! Ha! Thats how you know to treat me with a little more respe-"

"Or you are here under someone else's behest."

"Karzahni works alone, my friend. You know this better than an-"

"A lie. They wouldn't want you to be near me, however, unless it was to attack on sight, which you didn't. So, you are here to... what... compare offers?"

"I don't. You aren't- What does some Makuta know about- Shut up!"

Makuta drank in the sputtering mess that called itself a god behind him as he turned to walk to his throne.

Killing blow.

"You have nothing to offer anyone. I don't know how you have returned and, my friend, I don't care to. Now leave me. I have plans to rewrite, but, fear not, its not because of your influence on them-" Teridax stopped realizing the titan had gone quiet behind him. Too quiet.

A flaming chain wrapped itself around his throat.

"Fuck."

[wrobots]

golden-armed headhunter

[steel-angel]

Pony of the Princess

Her head was made for a different bionicle

But it didn't match

So now she's a small horse 🐎

[galis-gock]

Some recent builds of mine. Big Red, Bug Thing, and Scuba.

Scuba has 3 of those rubber 2L pieces with axle holes keeping her front pieces together and that was kinda what I started with when building her, but in the end I wasn't really happy with how she turned out.

So here's her doing a silly pose to make me like her more :)

[shoddygunpla]

Pleated skirt (or half way to a ballgown)

[galis-gock]

Toa Helios of Plasma. Or, what I call it casually: "Egg"

Slight epilepsy warning under the cut

As a Matoran, Helios was a humble welder. The welding instrument remains as a mighty Toa Tool, only more capable of being used as a weapon now.

(Those are robes, not a tail)

The inspiration for Helios was like fantasy cleric/paladin, which I think kinda fits with the Kiril, mask of regeneration. While the Kiril only works on inorganic objects, it still kinda has the vibe I think, but also it fits perfectly with the plasma blowtorch I made! That's why Helios was a welder, because it just fit haha

[malwarewolf-mocs]

Spine Moc 3/3: Skorrin

The frontier of Bara-Magna is a harsh and unpredictable place, filled with all manner of unsavory creatures that could easily turn a Mahi herd and their shepherd into a three course meal. With Toa and Glatorian being relegated to duties akin to that of a militia around New Atero and other regions, the Agori and Matoran elected to find other hands to serve as protection for settlers in the wastes.

Skorrin was once a hard, ruthless war chief of a band of Skakdi, but the land he fought for is long since gone, and his warriors disbanded, many content in this peaceful new world to continue warring. Skorrin, for his part, tried to put his warrior’s energy elsewhere. And that is how he was given a job helping shepherds in the frontier.

There, in the many years he grew a special bond with one of the Po-Matoran shepherds, and found a new sense of serenity and solitude in the canyons and mountains of Bara-Magna.

And that’s three mocs! Thank you everyone who’s been participating in the moc bash, I hope you’re having as good a time as I am making these mocs! A bit about Skorrin himself, he was a character I made years ago (some of your may remember the Bat’leth Skakdi image from the Challenge post) and it felt prudent to bring him back. The horns were a fun addition, and he honestly seemed like the sort of character to have little bone claws sprouting all over his body. His friendship with my self-moc was a new idea though, but I like the idea of Post-2010 skakdi kind of falling into less bloodthirsty roles amongst the Matoran.

[steel-angel]

Bionicle jewelry ✨️💍✨️

[steel-angel]

Bionicles really be like,

"Damn, I have too many if these pieces, I'm going to look for an excuse to use them on anything because I'm just tired of how useless they've been"

..Only for a month to pass and every bionicle you make needs only that exact piece after you already used them all to make something absolutely silly

On a totally unrelated note, I gave good guy a gun

[nattarthetimedragon]

Toa Nuparu Mahri

[biomechanicalfun]

Kopaka phantoka revamp. Had a kitty on my shoulder the entire time so framing was a bit difficult.

[biomechanicalfun]

I'm not as proud of this one but it look ok. Pohatu revamp with leg gear function

[biomechanicalfun]

Lewa phantoka revamp that I am particularly proud of! Hope y'all like