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[z-paladin]

🎵 46!!

#46 - Pirate's Scorn (Alestorm) Yes this is unironically. Also don't ask how that hat works - I already hate drawing Pirate Hats and Croc Heads are Hard.

[ursamajori]

13 for the spotify wrapped thing!

13. Beneath the Brine by The Family Crest!

Send a number 1-100 and I’ll say what it is on my Spotify Wrapped playlist!

[wjbs-bonkle-au]

AUs in most fandoms: "What if everyone swapped?" "What if everyone's morality was switched?" "What if these superpowered protagonists were normal people working in a coffee shop?" AUs in the Bionicle fandom: "What if the main species swapped with the surprisingly in-depth evil crocodile people?" "What if various characters re-enacted the plots of superhero movie trailers?" "What if the superpowered protagonists of, like, two thirds of the story were teachers in a vaguely-Canadian school and still had their superpowers?"

[crystaltoa]

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Some AU Nokamas!

KNPS belongs to @magicalgirlmascot

Fairy tale AU by @chancetimespace and @bionicle-ramblings

[randomwriteronline]

@magicalgirlmascot

"Cuddling is not enough," Pohatu said distractedly while laying on the couch and playing a video game, "I need to hold you until our body temperatures match so perfectly we're completely indistinguishable."

Kopaka raised his head from his book and stared directly at him.

His boyfriend also paused almost immediately and looked back at him with the same exact expression as his own - confused, lost, baffled, somewhat scandalized and desperately trying to understand what the hell was so indecent about what he'd just said.

For a couple minutes they just remained still as statues while the gears in their brains struggled to find an answer.

"Did you ask me to have Toa sex?" Kopaka offered.

"I guess?" Pohatu replied.

"... Honestly sex might be less intimate than whatever that is."

"Oh yeah, I agree. It kinda feels we should be like, at least five years into our marriage before we're allowed to do that."

"Exactly. So we won't do that."

"If you don't want to then no."

"Did you want to?"

"I don't even know why I said that."

"Alright. Well."

"Glad we figured that out!"

"Hm."

And so they went back to their own previous occupations, totally and utterly consumed with whatever metaphysical element-based brand of lust this feeling was for the rest of the evening.

[legend-as-old-as-time]

I've gotten a plot bunny that in stories / AUs where Mata Nui's awake, one of the topics he's no-nonsense / strict about is people blaming themselves / others for their mistakes. This is partly inspired by discussions with @mothnem about the Great Cataclysm.

The Toa Metru could have made less mistakes? Yes, they could have. Also: Mata Nui was already sick and very late in chosing them. He'd been sick for decades at this point, slowly weakening. Teridax already controlled Metru Nui in secret, had the remaining Toa Mangai killed except for Lhikan, and captured hundreds of matoran.

There were no toa left to guide the Toa Metru after Nidhiki and Krekka captured Lhikan.

This left the work maintaining the city = the Core Processor undone and less places that could syphon off the power overload. The Toa Metru had no idea that he would put Mata Nui into a coma - there was no information about that -, nor that he even could. They had little to no chance to stop him, powerful as he was.

Except for very few, nobody knew that this work kept Mata Nui's body alive. Or that Metru Nui was part of his brain. Nobody had anything to cure the virus putting him to sleep.

There's also no telling if the GSR would still have failed on the way to Bara Magna, stranded in space- or crashed onto the planet even if they had stopped the power overload.

Things were long in motion before the Toa Metru ever came to be as a team. They were not at fault for the Cataclysm, the damages wrought to their former home, or his coma. Agonizing / feeling guilty over it doesn't help anybody.

Edit: And others blaming the Toa Metru doesn't help, either.

I have ideas for the Toa Nuva, Toa Mahri, and Toa Hagah, too, but less concrete.

@crystaltoa

@magicalgirlmascot

@randomwriteronline

@mothnem

[fascinatedhelix]

Inserting my OC into @magicalgirlmascot's KNPS AU:

I decided to make her into two characters rather than one; Artara is a normal (?) cat, Cassidy is a normal (?) human (with a different name).

Artara:

A rather large Maine Coon (think just a little smaller than this fella) that just kind of showed up on campus one day. Lewa and Gali initially thought the kindergartners were petting a bobcat before they got close enough to realize that bobcats don't have white spots or long fluffy tails.

Very friendly and talkative for a cat, but also scary intelligent at times. Managed to avoid being captured or chased off by the Toa and Turaga for the better part of a week just to get free pats and snacks from the school children, and demonstrated very quickly an ability to get past doors and cabinets with ease.

Occasionally shows signs of being able to understand human speech, though as soon as anybody calls it out, she pretends not to hear it.

May or may not be able to detect supernatural activity, including the Toa and Krahka. Makes her stupid hard to catch until she gets into an accident and gets hauled off to the vet by a normal person.

Axonn winds up adopting her after accidentally clipping her with his car. It's only fair that the massive superintendent gets an appropriately massive cat. She sometimes butts in during video calls to stare deeply into the camera while he's distracted.

Krahka still can't confirm if she's a normal cat or not when asked, at least not without breaking into Axonn's house.

Arwa (Cassidy)

In this AU, her parents didn't move to the USA before her birth, but instead to Australia. She's still a retail peon, but with much better mental health than her "canon" counterpart on account of still having living family members and some actual friends.

Has some low key precognitive abilities and a pretty deep interest in the occult (since Bionicle doesn't exist in this universe, she needs some kind of hyperfixation). Most people, including her parents, think she's just kind of a stoner goth.

She's kind of like that one shop NPC in an RPG that says cryptic shit and sells more interesting items under the table if you fulfill a quest. The quest in her case being getting the local skeevy used car salesman off her back after her "advice" got him banned from the casino.

She has a mischievous streak a mile long, and sometimes sets shit up just to fuck with bad customers or annoying people.

Sometimes makes deals with Berix and Kiina to exchange junk and supernatural objects.

[jayysnest]

🫦❄️

Literally have no clever title for this, I just saw @magicalgirlmascot’s tags on this post by @crystaltoa and went just a little feral ✌️

[darkautodraws]

"Artara, NO! That was a gift!" Axonn is secretly relieved he has an excuse to toss it.

In reference to this post. @magicalgirlmascot

[hellishqueer]

Rules: Make a poll of your favorite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most!

@monimolimnion tagged me 🥰

I'm tagging some random folks! @dilf-phoenix-rights @snakefashion @magicalgirlmascot @sevenyeargap and anyone who wants to do it

[today-in-knps]

🎉 Pinned Post 🎉

Welcome to "Today in KNPS," a blog run by the author of Kini Nui Public School ( @magicalgirlmascot ), the most normal fanfiction on the internet. Confused? Check this post for more information, organizational tags, and so forth!

What is Kini Nui Public School?

KNPS is a modern/human AU fic that imagines the Toa Mata and Turaga Metru as teachers and staff at a small town elementary school, with the Mata/Metru Nui Matoran as their students. Early on, it's discovered that things aren't totally normal here, as the teachers start to develop strange elemental powers. The fic primarily focuses on combining slice of life storytelling with supernatural elements, but there's plenty of mystery and action as well.

And shipping. A lot of shipping. Like. You don't understand. I have gotten so attached to these relationships. For the love of god please help me

What is this blog?

KNPS takes place over the course of the 2024/25 school year. It's told on a day-by-day basis, with each chapter (sometimes multiple chapters) covering a single day. The chapters are titled with the date and time that they start. This is a terrible way to pace a story and I do not recommend it but I opened this can of worms in 2022 and now I have to lie in it.

To that end, I thought it would be fun to document the events of the fic in quasi-real time. Other blogs have done this (the one I know most prominently being about Ace Attorney) so it's not a new concept by any means, but it's fun. I'm just getting silly with it.

I'll probably also start quarantining some of my random KNPS blogging to this blog rather than flaunting it to all my followers on main because some of them are probably totally sick of me talking about human magic robots kissing or whatever lol.

And who are you, exactly?

Well I'm glad you asked! I'm Rags, magicalgirlmascot on here and MahouMascot on AO3. I'm an artist, writer, and former school librarian from Ontario, Canada. I have Opinions about the education system here. Currently I am employed at a couple of public library systems. I am incapable of shutting the fuck up.

Let's see those links!

#todayposting: all daily posts #not today: all other posts, including asks #vakamas voicemail: asks

Characters

Tahu | Gali | Lewa | Onua | Kopaka | Pohatu Vakama | Nokama | Matau | Whenua | Nuju | Onewa Krahka | Takua | Jaller | Hahli Helryx | Axonn | Brutaka

Ships

Kopaka/Pohatu | Lewa/Onua | Tahu/Gali | Vakama/Nokama/Matau | Whenua/Nuju | Onewa/Krahka | Jaller/Hahli

Months

September | October | November | December | January | February | March | April | May | June

[hazelence]

artfight attack for @nemojokard-blog @magicalgirlmascot @constantartblock

[siren-darkocean]

@magicalgirlmascot That one chapter of Kini Nui Public School where Tahu melted the pathway to the school with his powers

[muaka-safari]

Who's your favorite Toa Mata / Nuva?

Ooooh that's a tricky question. Hand on heart, my main interaction with the Toa Mata is through a) Mask of Light (in which they're very much not the main characters, as much as they are interactive set pieces for the MCs) and b) fandom posts (which are varying levels of canon) sooooo I'm less familiar with them than I am the Toa Metru

BUT I have a soft spot for Pohatu, since he's so affable in MoL, hilariously so when he's thrown into the same scene as, say, Tahu or Kopaka. Maybe my fav will change when I read more of the canon, but for now: <3 Pohatu and his good nature

Also a shoutout to @magicalgirlmascot 's depiction of Tahu; she writes him with such a good voice/style in her knps au, that his POV is one of my favs even though he's not a fav in canon

[crystaltoa]

@magicalgirlmascot Thinking about the KNPS AU Toa Inika running around in ski masks...

[randomwriteronline]

@magicalgirlmascot

Krakua had survived almost up to the end of November.

This was not as obvious of an outcome as it could have sounded - not because of the kids: they were obnoxious, but his constant noise absorption made them more than tollerable, and besides he would have taken their rockus over total quiet any day.

It's just that between Tahu's very loud instinctual thoughts of mauling him whenever they were in the same room, Kopaka's incredible discomfort almost prompting him to stab him with a pen several times, and a variety of occasions in which his sudden perfectly silent appearance had nearly gotten his head bludgeoned in, everything had implied he would have ended up at least hospitalized once.

So it was nice that it hadn't happened!

Yet.

There was still December.

But he had slightly higher hopes than on his first day!

Caught up in his thoughts as he was, he nearly smacked directly into someone else.

'Oh! It's Krakua,' he felt.

Oh! It's Pohatu, then, he reasoned in his head still with Pohatu's voice, as it tended to happen whenever he thought something too soon after reading somebody's mind.

He blinked hastily while a waterfall of apologies babbled out of his mouth, the other teacher's soothing voice reassuring him everything was fine with a slight laugh in his voice. With a noticeable lag he comprehended some kind of joke about him "not seeing too well right now" and properly saw first his hands, then his neck, then his mouth, and then the gigantic dark splotch of a bruise stretching somewhere between his left ear and right eyebrow.

Krakua stared for a couple seconds.

"That must have hurt!" he stated a little too enthusiastically, almost jabbing his finger into the offended eye.

Pohatu jerked his head back just in time: "Yeah, a baseball bat to the face will do that," he chuckled. He applied the packet of ice back to his face - so that had been the weird shape the music teacher had vaguely recognized - and shrugged: "You know how kids are."

The image of a recorder flying out the window came to mind: "Hm," the younger man nodded, "They can get pretty wild."

'Thank God Kopaka's got cold enough hands to replace this,' he felt while the other fumbled with the bag with a slight grimace: 'A frozen steak would be more pleasant...'

"How's your boyfriend?" Krakua decided to inquire, since he was already thinking about him and from what he had managed to figure out in his years of somewhat successful social interactions it seemed like a normal subject for some small talk.

His good grade in Normal Person shattered like a thousand years old porcelain vase as Pohatu gave him a strange look: "My who?"

Oh, right!

He had not told him about his boyfriend, who worked here and whom he thought about incessantly!

Any questions regarding him would have been weird for Krakua to ask, since he didn't have that information and lacked any means to find out about it, such as telepathy!

He would have liked to blow up right about now!

"What?" he smiled.

"You said something about my boyfriend?" the other repeated.

"No, I don't think so!" he lied very cheerfully, trying not to sound shrill. "I asked about your friend, Kopaka, the science teacher?"

"You mean my boyfriend?"

"OH is he? I didn't know that!"

"Yeah, he prefers to keep quiet about it."

Ok, he was definitely going to get stabbed with a ballpoint pen now that he had officially acquired the news in an unsuspiscious manner. Goodbye world, it'd be fun until the ink poisoning hit.

Before he could vibrate hard enough to dissipate from reality all together, a door opened onto the hallway.

Vakama turned left and right as if searching for something.

He then raised a cautious finger into the air, looked again at both opposite ends of the corridor, and pointed at the two younger men, asking rather concerned: "Did you hear that?"

Pohatu glanced at Krakua.

'Ominous,' he thought.

Did he hear me?, the other teacher wondered worriedly.

"What do you mean by that, exactly?" Pohatu inquired.

"That sound," Vakama explained, furrowing his brows hard: "It was like twenty trucks in a pile up."

Krakua felt himself sweating.

Pohatu clicked his tongue: "I did not in fact hear that," he replied. "Are you sure that was what it sounded like? Because I don't think that sort of thing would be very easy to miss."

"I am certain, I could hear it from my office," the principal snapped.

'And now the buzzing is back,' he bemoaned to himself as he massaged his temple.

"I do hear a buzzing," Krakua intervened hurriedly to try and mask the actual sound, since it was rising from him even louder with his mounting panic. "A bit from everywhere around the school - various rooms and places and stuff... I, I thought it might've been the lights, you know, but I don't... Really... Know... This stuff..."

To their mutual relief, Vakama gave a long sigh: "Oh, thank goodness you heard that too. I really don't need auditory hallucinations... I'll have Gahdok and Cahdok look into this."

"Neat!" the music teacher squeaked.

Squeaked.

Like a mouse.

He took in a big breath, big enough to keep him from focusing on the other two's thoughts as he automatically read their minds.

Then he released it with a big smile: "I'm leaving!" he announced without any fanfare, fully ready to disappear all the way home and slam his head on his drumset, "See you tomorrow!"

'Tomorrow is Saturday,' Pohatu thought.

'Tomorrow is Saturday,' Vakama thought.

TOMORROW IS SATURDAY, Krakua wailed at himself.

"Tomorrow is Saturday," he corrected. "See you the day after that!" then, after a moment, feeling sanity slip out of his ear like a worm on a string: "NOPE, that's Sunday!"

"We got it. Go catch up on that sleep, man," Pohatu reassured him.

Eternally grateful for the easy way out offered, Krakua grinned at him, said way too loud: "Thank you! Bugs bite!" and hurried out of the corridor as fast as he could in the hopes that his failed attempt at saying 'goodnight' would not catch up to him.

The other two watched him vanish behind a corner.

Once they were fairly sure he couldn't hear them, the Toa of Stone clicked his tongue: "Have you had any visions, recently?"

"Just hearing things," the Turaga groaned. "About what, anyways?"

Pohatu shrugged, jostling the now barely cold bag of ice in his hand with the motion, head nodding towards where the newest member of personell had left.

Vakama lifted a brow, somewhere between sarcastic and puzzled.

"You think him an agent of Makuta?"

"I was leaning towards... Toa? Maybe?"

"And why would that be?"

"The rest of us are. And he seems like he's got something weird going on - aside from his whole awkward je-ne-se-quois that makes you feel like you're on a very unpleasant tea cup ride sometimes."

"This school can have average people for a change, you know. Besides, excuse me-" and he tilted his head in a rather baffled expression "-Your metric for how likely a person could be a Toa is how weird and-or off-putting they seem to you?"

The Toa tightened his shoulders, smirking: "Well, would you call any of us distinguished, normal, functioning members of society?"

Vakama pursed his lips, trying to find a comeback or an argument.

In the time it took him not to succeed in his fruitless endeavor, a clacson went off outside.

It then continued to go off.

Looking out the window in the already dark November evening, they both nonetheless caught sight of Krakua sitting at his car, pressing his head hard on the center of the wheel, unmoving.

Much like the Plagues had rolled out remorseless and unstoppable across Egypt, the "bugs bite" had caught up to him.

They observed him for a while as he moved not an inch.

His clacson continued to wail for him.

"Maybe I should go check on him," Pohatu proposed.

"I think that would just kill him, actually." the principal replied.