#bionicle ramblings

[dougielombax]

Built Different

Built Stupid

New from BIONICLE

[biocrafthero]

Talking about Bionicle lore is so funny because you can say shit like "Yeah the Piraka kidnapped the All American Rejects" and that's somehow one of the least confusing things you can discuss

[bionicle-ramblings]

We were robbed

This would've been an awesome creature for the Metru to deal with

(Image: Concept art from Bionicle Legends of Metru Nui of an aquatic creature called a lohrok, slightly out of focus)

And imagine if there was a PACK of them like sharks or squids!!

[arr-jim-lad]

:)

[fvaleraye]

We want the estrogen that makes us look like Gali. Specifically Toa Mata Gali

Look at her. Her tgirl swag. We want what she has.

[communicore]

oh.

[themadauthorshatter]

I'll reblog this, but Bionicle x Kingdom Hearts

You play as Sora(duh) and you're in Metru Nui. You have Vakama as a party member, mostly

Kh1: Find the Great Disks and help defeat the Morbuzakh. Meet back up with Vakama later in the have, find Toa Lhikan and the other Metru, and defeat the Makuta

Kh2: Hordika arc, baby. This time you have Matau as your party member, after Vakama leaves, and Vakama is a boss battle, like a more intense Beast battle in Enchanted Castle

Kh3: Time Trap. For added affect, you are separated from Donald and Goofy and get lots of introspection and heart talk with Vakama, who found his way through his own darkness, and also just tells Sora that if he really wants to keep his friends safe by any means, that should mean ANY, even if those means put everything on the line

I had this on my head a lot last night. Just had to get it out there

[nyaskitten]

Arc Dragon of Focus ... welcome back Mask Makers...

[bionigrls]

the sheer quantity of trans bionicle fans is really funny to me considering the media itself was fairly... rigid about gender.

[macabrity]

do you think the barraki ever explored eachother carnally. in the 79,000 years they were trapped in the Pit

[xtarart]

HAPPY BIONICLE DAY!!!!! time for another look into my mind to see more Bionicle minifig concepts, this time... After sacrificing himself to save the mask of life, the brave matoran's soul was revived and reforged by the great spirit Karzani with a new form, the great spirit also granted a boon of power to his friends, the six were reformed into a new generation of toa who would help protect the planet they call home. The Toa Inika.

[dougielombax]

Okay but the Piraka prototypes look TERRIFYING!

LOOK AT THEM!!!!

Fuckers look like they live on the tears of children!!!!

Terrifying!!!!

*WHERE ARE THEIR EYES*

Pics borrowed from Reddit user u/SeilJongleur.

And yes I am noticing a LOT of old part recycling here. Kitbashing.

[biocrafthero]

What the fuck happens in Bionicle?

Okay so the guy made of bugs is the least of your worries rn there’s guys made out of vapor. And then the bug guy turns the main bad guy (who is currently vapor) into balls and shoots them at people to control them with a ball launcher. They keep the evil vapor guy in a big tube and while he’s in there the two most handsome muscular men you’ve ever seen fight and have a divorce in front of it. The bug guy and his gang members kidnapped the All American Rejects. This isn’t even what the main plot is about

[bionicle-ramblings]

Don't mind me!

Just,

Vezok: We have your Toa of Water! If you want her back-

Nidhiki: Which one?

Vezok: ... What?

Lhikan: We have two Toa of Water on our team, who do you have?

Vezok: The... Does it matter? Don't you want her back?

Lhikan: Obviously, but there's also a chance you're in for a rough day, so who do you have?

Vezok: Er... Naho. You care about her, don't you, Toa of Fire?

Naho: Would you like to try again?

Vezok: ...

Tuyet(already freed herself and armed with her sword and a dagger and basically had Vezok in a, "move and you die" spot): Rude that you never asked me for my name. I'll see you guys in a day or two.

Lhikan: Please, don't kill him.

Tuyet: No promises.

Naho: *Tuyet.*

Tuyet: Fine.

[arr-jim-lad]

Something i really like about 2001-2003 Bionicle is how, within the context of the full story, it has such a comfortable but bittersweet layer of separation. It has its own unique mythology that the turaga made up after their civilization was literally rebooted, and it has its own separate physical place of existence after said civilization was removed from it's original universe.

The Mata Nui matorans lived in a peaceful culture and resided in primitive huts, in tune with nature on their beautiful island, with a simple creation story as the core of their beliefs. They lived in a utopia, blissfully ignorant of what was and what's to come.

The Mata Nui arc is nostalgic and favoured by many Bionicle fans, myself included, and coincidentally its story almost reflects how we often look back on our childhood as a simpler time, but in truth times were never simple.

[randomwriteronline]

"You will not die," the Great Being said.

It sounded like it was supposed to be a reassurance.

Takanuva yanked his leg back from her hand. His knee felt stiff.

"I promise you," she told him.

"And what about my brothers?" he cried out. "What about my sisters? My friends? Why didn't you extend the same courtesy to them?"

"They are not dead."

"Lies."

"They are not dead. You cannot die."

"The Red Star is gone. We know it's gone. I..."

His thoughts muddled. How did he know? He saw it from afar. He watched it as it happened. He did it himself. He heard so from someone. From who? He knew. He did not know. He could not know. Anybody seemed like the right candidate. Anybody seemed like the wrong candidate. Any scenario was as real in his mind as it was unlikely. Any scenario had happened just as much as it hadn't.

The Great Being looked at him with her strange expression made of pity and annoyance and fondness.

"The Red Star is nothing," she spoke: "Yet another one of our constructs, no different than you, no different than them. Do not fixate upon it. Resurrection... Resurrection is not what I mean."

"Then what is it?"

"You cannot die."

His joints were slowly ceasing to feel, his hands were growing numb. Takanuva struggled to pull himself further away from her hand again as it tried to reach out towards him a second time, fighting against his slowly petrifying body.

"Then what is this?" his voice creaked. "What is it that is happening to me, that is happening to everything? What is it if it isn't death?"

"Oh, Takanuva," she only sighed.

Her breath was lukewarm and lacked all odor.

"There is no such thing as death for you, for any of you," she whispered, or perhaps his hearing too was beginning to fail him. She seemed enormous. "So long as there is a piece, you will not die. You cannot die."

"You speak nonsense," he sobbed harshly.

Her fingertips were pliable as they rested on his brittling armor: "I'm sorry," she replied: "I'm sorry, but it's such a long story. Such an infinitely long story, so many characters, and places, and tales, and secrets... It's not something that can be written again so simply - you understand, do you not? It was your hands we first set the pen in, was it not, Chronicler?"

"Stop it," Takanuva begged. His lungs were filling with solid matter, and yet he felt as though he did not need air. "Stop this. I want to live. I just want us all to live."

"You will not die. You cannot die."

Her cradling touch was gentle, but he could barely feel it. Her thumb brushed over his chestplate tenderly, with the fondness one treats a beloved childhood doll with, and through his waning sight he found her eyes casted down upon his body with a deep melancholy.

"We saved everything," she murmured, "Everything we could. Every tale and text and image and instruction. You will not die. You cannot die. We do not want you to. We will not allow oblivion to befall you. But a story like this, a story this long and wonderful and twisted, it cannot be written twice, Takanuva - there just isn't enough time in this world to do so. There just isn't enough time."

"So what will happen, then?" the Toa of Light asked with barely a whisper. His mouth could barely move. His body felt heavy. His thoughts were growing hazy.

She moved him to sit up. His body settled in the pose.

"We will love you," she answered simply.

His translucent eyes held her gaze.

He was asleep.

She settled him carefully upon a shelf, with the rest of his universe.

Her pen dipped in the ink that had made up Spherus Magna, dissolving its image as the words dried on paper, and she gnawed at its end looking at the figurines watching them silently, expectantly, awaiting in thoughtless slumber the coming of their legacy.

After hours, days, months, years, after countless other hands had draft, drafted, sketched, written, proposed, decided, they settled on the name of Okoto.