#tuma

[siren-darkocean]

Gali: I'M OLDER!

Onua: By WHAT?! Ten seconds!

*****

Pohatu: (had to take swimming classes to learn to swim) They wanted to put me in the beginner class with all the little kids, I can't be swimming around with a bunch of five year olds!

Berix: Why-

Pohatu: They can be so cruel when they sense weakness.

Berix: (fair enough)

Tahu: That's why on the first day you have to beat up the biggest one in the yard.

Gali: Tahu that's prison.

Tahu: Only if you let it be.

*****

Rebuilding Ruins spoilers

Tuma: (having a raid against New Atero with an army and is struggling slightly again both Glatorian, Toa AND Matoran but holding up well)

Tuma: ....

Tuma: Why do I hear Boss Music?

Mata Nui: (reformed his Toa body with the Ignika after screaming his head off at the Great Beings in his second slumber after realizing just how crap they were and is not gonna sit around while his people, friends and KIDS are in danger)

[onua]

shoutout to green steed. let's see some respect

[northmarch]

I can’t tell if he’s supposed to be white and black or white and dark blue (with weird lighting)

This is from the Lego marvel: code red special btw.

[randomwriteronline]

Metru Nui inhabitants (in collaboration with Vultraz and a pair of rahi-loving onu-matoran) and Bara Magna lads

[ham-and-cheese-studios]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BIONICLE FROM TUMA

LEGO Marvel Avengers: Code Red

[lost-spells]

Doing some clothes studies on Tuma

I struggle with hoods and shirt collars

[starphobiia]

Singing the Blues - Tuma Short Animation

A short animation that took way too long (Because I had to start all over in the middle because something happened) But 6 hours was worth it because it turned out looking better than any animation I’ve ever done

Character(s) used: Tuma/Bolt (Past self) from Felicate

Song: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

[egobrazil]

BBB23: Rafaella Tuma pede desculpas por piada racista. Vídeo!

Um dos destaques das noites de terças-feiras, dia de eliminação no BBB23, são os desenhos de Rafaella Tuma. Ela é quase uma vigésima terceira participante desde o início. Neste final de semana, a cartunista acabou publicando em seus stories um meme com cunho racista, onde ela comparava uma pessoa negra a um bandido, perpetuando assim o terrível estereótipo contra pessoas pretas. O ativista…

[arc-hus]

Guaianaz House, São Paulo, Brazil - Terra e Tuma

[snissel613]

I don’t think enough people know that the Ship of Theseus is a solved problem. It’s been settled for over a thousand years. There is a clear ruling in the Mishnah (Keilim 18:6, 26:4) which is explicitly interpreted as “it’s a different ship” twice in the gemara (Shabbas 112b, Eruvin 24a). The best part of it all? That’s the boring part of the sugya! Dig a little deeper and you’ve got physical matter being part of two objects at once, temporal contact, impurity by association, it’s great!

[gacougnol]

Stanislav Tůma (1950 - 2005)

Untitled, Back

1987

[siren-darkocean]

My idea of age spans for the Bara Magna inhabitants (main cast)

Ackar ; Late 40's - Early 50's

Kiina ; 16 - 17 (this woman doesn't act like an adult istg)

Gresh ; 17 (same with this mf)

Berix ; 8 - 10 (I will forever believe he's malnourished/mutilated halfie Agori Glatorian kid on the streets it just makes the most sense to me)

Tarix ; 27 - 30

Vastus ; 28 - 29

Strakk. ; 30 - 32

Tuma ; 29 - 30

Metus ; 56 - 57 (man has that experience with being a snake (pun intended) so yeah, older than Ackar but not old enough to be for village elders)

Raanu ; 79's - 80's (I imagine the village elders are usually between these ages, even with mechanical upgrades from the Great Beings that ended up to be even genetic with enough trial and error to be fully successful with the lack of basic resources it would be heck of survival skills to live so long to those ages and ofc those skills would be taught but luck also takes in turn as well)

Cervantus ; 21 - 28 (I imagined one of the greatest Glatorian's, Cervantus would be one of those young prides who rises ranks pretty quickly at a young age (like Ackar as well) before his death)

Malum ; 26 - 29

[fascinatedhelix]

Actually I don't think Mata Nui killed Tuma; he just kicked his ass in front of his whole army, so the Skrall abandoned him.

[honeymoonsimmer]

the crew is complete 🏍️

[mamajanky]

IN TODAYS ADVENTURES OF SHARK BOY AND WARRIOR GIRL:

Summary: Attuma is ill and Okoye is there to aid him back to health.

Word count: 1.4k

Read here on ao3

Okoye’s loyalty to those she loves is immovable, impenetrable, and unwavering; in short, she doesn’t quit. A life devoted to battle and protecting shaped her into the impeccable warrior she is now. Stripping of title or stature would never change that. She had fought countless fights against countless foes that ranged in species and color. There was one fight that had her considering waving her white flag and rewriting everything she knew to be true about herself.

Caring for an ill man. A massive, blue, bullheaded, shark tooth-adorned man-child baby.

A lot of the traits he took on while ill were ones he possessed regularly, but it was as if they were magnified and multiplied ten times over. Clingy, touchy, cocky, smothering, and needy all in all a nuisance to Okoye, especially when she’s trying to be of assistance. She may think it, but she would never voice her feelings about sick Tuma.

A sewage problem and a forgetful Attuma did not make a good combination. The city Okoye lived in had backed-up pipes and everyone in the area was urged not to use tap water until further notice. Okoye made sure to inform Attuma of this so he’d use filtered water to refill his rebreathers when necessary. She even went so far as to leave some bottles out for him. Attuma did not heed her warnings and now he was suffering the consequences. A nasty stomach bug and an insane fever morphed him into a being she’d never expect from Attuma.

Now here they were in their very large bathroom. Attuma sprawled out in their massive spa-sized tub. It may as well have been an indoor pool, but Okoye felt the size was perfect for her Shark. She was sitting on the edge of the tub dabbing his forehead with a wet washcloth. Doing whatever to help quell his aches really.

“I do not get sick” He protested. It’d been three days of the same weightless declarations.

How Okoye had managed not to blow a fuse? She was unsure.

“Then explain the profuse sweating and how you struggle to keep something as meager as vegetable broth down. Hm?” Okoye retorted as she swatted his wandering hands to continue her task of drenching him in cooled water. She tilted his head upwards to wipe beads of, said sweat, before they dropped; and then kissed the newly dry spot.

“Perspiration is to be expected when one is in close contact with the sun, no?” Attuma’s face twisted slightly as he talked through another gut-twisting pain, trying his very best to convince her he was fine. “Come join me in K’iino, the water’s excellent” He smiled at her and moved his hand to rest on her knee, just below the hem of her dress. His thumbs kneaded her smooth skin, and since she hadn’t removed his hands yet, he tested his luck moving his ministrations further up north.

She hadn’t missed the flash of discomfort on his face, so she allowed his hands to wander up her dress for a few moments, just to see just how convincing he thought he really was. She plucked them away once they were dangerously close to the apex of her thighs.

Who did he think he was fooling?

Okoye kissed her teeth and stepped just out of his reach. “Had you used the head that faces the sky instead of the one that cowers beneath your loincloth you would not be in the tub looking like a sweaty plum.” Her voice was soft, almost sweet, but there was still that tinge of annoyance. She didn’t feel right snapping at him completely, especially when he was trying very hard to downplay his true feelings; but she still made sure to get her point across.

It was true, due to his ill state and constant perspiration he had taken on a purplish hue.

“It does not cower! My bearings are proud, as am I. Come here and I will make you proud as we-��His offer was cut short by another wave of stomach pain.

It was rare for the Talokanil to be struck ill. The herb that was welded into their DNA rendered them immune to many illnesses. Attuma’s insides were quite literally battling to expel all of the foreign bacteria that’d infiltrated his systems. As respected of a General as he was, he was sure that this was a battle he wouldn’t victor. This may as well have been his Endgame..no Thanos.

“Oh, my love” Okoye cooed as she resumed her spot beside him. She leaned over enough to rub his stomach in an attempt to soothe him. The close proximity allowed her to lay a few kisses along the side of his head and she did so. That slightly annoyed tone she had before was now reduced to a much more loving and syrupy one. She found herself switching between the two very often with Attuma, especially now.

The warrior was losing her battle as well. Knowing the illness and pain Attuma was experiencing was all new to him tugged at her heart voraciously. It was hard to see her affectionate brute in this state. What may have been a mere stomach virus to any surface dweller was doing a number on her beloved husband.

When she first noticed something was off with Attuma she practically dragged him to Shuri for testing. His symptoms weren’t severe due to his enhanced DNA, but lack of appetite was not something Okoye was going to let slide. Attuma thought it was silly but the thought of being an added stress to his love was bigger than his protesting. Shuri ran plenty of tests and once she found it was from the water the only aid she’d been able to give was the virus simply had to run its course. If the General wasn’t back to himself by the end of the week Shuri told them to come back to the lab.

Okoye tried to get Attuma to go back to Talokan until he felt better, she figured being out of the water didn’t make sense when he could be home with his healers. Of course, Attuma refused. Shuri planted the seed of Okoye taking care of him until he was better and a much more lewd image had taken root in his mind. He was thinking more along the lines of those sexy maid costumes M’Baku showed him once before. Those fantasies were quickly shelved once the stomach griping started.

True to her word, Okoye had been by his side without faltering. Though she nearly had to pull her spear on him just to get him to rest for more than 10 minutes, she took the task with stride. She made him light meals that wouldn’t upset his stomach too much, rubbed and massaged his stomach until he fell asleep in her arms, braided his hair so it wouldn’t be a tangled mess, and did whatever else she could think of to bring him any form of reprieve.

“K’iino… I’m sure I will be immediately healed if you just joined me. I will not turn my mind loose and get handsy. I promise” Okoye couldn’t help the snort that slipped due to Attuma returning the phrases she often used against him.

Her heart ached for him, and she found herself tossing her dress somewhere unknown and climbing into the water with him. She settled in behind him and he sunk so that his head rested on her chest. The position was awkward given the setting, but she was just thankful she’d gotten a big enough tub where they could both fit comfortably. Especially since she discovered Attuma liked to be the little spoon when he was sick.

Cuddling was always high on his list of Okoye related favorites. He loved laying on her chest and letting her heart’s rhythm play in his ears. He also loved being engulfed by her scent, which never failed to quiet any anxieties he may have. She was essential in his healing as well as his general well-being.

Okoye pressed a few kisses to his head before she began massaging his scalp. They stayed like that until Attuma convinced her he was okay to lay in their bed. She made quick work of cleaning the bathroom and discarding her soaked undergarments. When she finally entered their bedroom she found him curled up with one of her pillows in the center of their bed asleep. She cut on the humidifiers and climbed into bed. Once she was comfortable behind him, she draped her arm across his waist and began rubbing large circles until she joined him in a deep slumber.

Attuma be like.

[digitalfountains]

Lady Dee by Jan Tuma

- Playboy Czech Republic, July 2019