#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

[therighthandofvengeance]

Ivanova: why do I suddenly care so much about helping you?

Marcus: because I’m charming.

Ivanova: not to anyone with a pulse.

[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

[gacougnol]

Stanislav Tůma (1950 - 2005)

Untitled, Back

1987

[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.

[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

[honeymoonsimmer]

the crew is complete 🏍️

[mamajankyy]

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

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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.

[dangraccoon]

Jari’eyc - Chapter 18

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Word Count: 1294

Warnings: References to Plan 99, injuries, unconsciousness, survival, Omega is a good Big Sister, references to Echo and Fives' "deaths", Crosshair is Going Through It™

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Tech felt groggy when he woke up. His head was pounding and he dreaded the idea of opening his eyes to the harsh lights of the Kaminoan barracks. Something didn’t quite feel right though. He was terribly cold and his whole body ached. I must be sick, he thought, idly. I must have a fever; that would explain why I feel so… floaty.

Floaty? Tech shifted his arm. He was in his armor, but that wasn’t unusual; he often fell asleep in his gear. He couldn’t feel the bunk beneath him. Kamino?… Tipoca City is gone. 

It came back to him in pieces. Jaine’s imprisonment. His… connection to her. Hemlock. Eriadu. The rail cars. Plan 99.

Plan– Runi!

Tech’s eyes shot open and he was met with a dark sky filled with clouds.

The automatic flotation bags that were built into his armor had expanded, keeping him on the surface and on his back. He shifted his body, waves of pain rolling through him, and tread water, frantically looking around for– he couldn’t look for much of anything. He reached up, pulling his goggles away from his face. The right lens had shattered, and the left was almost entirely gone. 

Painfully, he pulled his helmet off, shoved his goggles down around his neck and put the helmet back on. They might be useless to him at the moment, but he could salvage the frame, and likely the holorecorder. 

“Runi?” he called.

He was met with no response. Fear started to bubble up in his chest. Anything further than six meters in front of him was a blur and beyond that it was rather dark, the person who saved his life was missing, and his family–

Oh, maker, his family. Were they safe? Did they make it off world? Would they be able to find Jaine without the tracker on Hemlock?

“Breathe, Mird’ika.”

“Chromira,” he breathed in relief as he began to swim. “I- I need help.”

“What would you have me do, dear one?”

“I cannot- cannot see well,” he explained. “I need to find Runi.”

“Runi,” the Chromira echoed. “That must be the one Atin’ika dreams of so often.”

“Atin’ika?” Tech mumbled. “Is that Jaine’s nickname for Echo?”

“A passable translation, yes,” the Chromira hummed. “You don’t need my help, Mird’ika.”

“I cannot–”

“Listen to your intuition.”

Tech stopped swimming. 

“That’s it. Close your eyes, concentrate, and listen,” the Chromira whispered.

Tech’s eyes fluttered closed. To his left he heard the faintest whisper.

“What is it?”

As soft and as small as they were, Tech, created and trained on an ocean planet, knew the sound in the very depths of him. “Waves,” he concluded. “Waves hitting the shore.”

He started to swim towards it, feeling– knowing in his gut that Runi was there. He ignored the ache in his bones, the nagging exhaustion.

He swam until his feet kicked the bottom, then stood, his body feeling like it might collapse at any moment. 

The moon’s light barely filtered through the cloud, but it was just enough for Tech to make out the outline of a body on the pebbled shoreline.

“Runi!” he called again, rushing over to her.

She didn’t move as he knelt down next to her.

He shook her shoulder. “Runi?”

His hand trembled as it lifted to her neck, two of his fingers pressing against the side.

Feeling her steady pulse, Tech let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He did a quick look over her. Some of her clothes were torn, revealing deep purple bruises. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had a concussion, let alone a spinal injury.

Still, it might not be safe to stay on the lakeside until she woke up. He looked around, the vague shape of trees surrounded most of the lake, but he saw a solid mass; likely a rockface. It would likely be easier to make shelter there.

In the distance, he heard a howl, his head quickly turning in its direction. He reached for his holster, unsurprised to find it empty. They needed to move.

“Osik,” he muttered as he bent her legs and set her knees together. Putting one of his feet atop her toes, he grabbed both of her arms and pulled. Runi’s limp form stood and began to waver towards him. He dropped a knee, letting one hand go to wrap between and around her leg, her body settling across his shoulders.

“I apologize for… the familiarity,” he mumbled. “I would respect your personal space more if there were another option. Hopefully, Echo and Fives will be forgiving.”

He made his way slowly, ignoring the pain that shot through him with every step. He was grateful that Runi was relatively small as far as humans are concerned; her five-foot-tall frame was likely only 130 pounds with her gear. It was a lot easier than having to lift his brothers in training.

When they arrived at the rock wall, he surveyed the area, barely able to make out a concave section. He sighed in relief, gently placing Runi on the ground next to it. He sat, catching his breath, watching over her unconscious body. A shiver ran down his spine. 

“Right,” he told her. “We’re soaked and the climate of this planet isn’t particularly warm; we’ll need some warmth.”

-

Fives had been staring out of the viewport, watching the streaks of hyperspace. He hadn’t said much since telling the rest of them about Runi’s boosters. 

Omega sort of orbited around the ship, sometimes sitting with him, sometimes with the others. She gave a reassuring smile to Echo as he passed him near the door to the cockpit. 

“Not that I’ve got anything against her,” Fives said as his twin sat in the pilot’s chair. “But how is it that the youngest person here is the most emotionally stable?”

Echo scoffed. “I mean, other than Sinya, she’s the oldest of us.”

Fives looked up at him, slightly bewildered. “No kidding?” 

Echo shook his head. “Would’ve been made about the same time as Rex, who, by the way, she called old the first time they met.”

Fives chuckled. “Atta-girl, Meg’ika.”

The brothers went quiet, sitting comfortably in it together. 

“How’s Crosshair holding up?” Fives eventually said. 

“Hasn’t talked in a while. Or moved, really. Sort of seems like he’s pretending to be a rock,” Echo said.

“Probably a mess then?”

“Yeah.”

Fives sighed. “Can’t say I don’t know about that.”

Echo’s heart ached. “Losing a brother is never easy,” he agreed tentatively. “Losing a twin is even worse.”

Fives looked up at him, his mouth pulling into his signature smirk. “Least you weren’t lost for good.”

“You weren’t either.”

They smiled at one another. 

“Osi’kovid.” [Shithead.]

“Shebs’palon.” [Asshole.]

-

When Omega returned to Crosshair’s side, she thought, for the briefest moment, that he’d fallen asleep with his eyes open. He stared at the bunk above his own, unmoving, face as still as stone. 

“Crosshair?” she whispered. “I brought you a hydropak. It says it’s jogan flavored?”

Crosshair didn’t answer. 

“I don’t really know what jogan tastes like, but Wrecker said it’s your favorite,” she continued.

Crosshair didn’t even seem to be blinking. 

“You’re going to get dehydrated from all that energy you’re using,” she teased. “You’ll just crumble into dust right in front of us.”

Her brother just lay there, motionless. 

Omega sighed softly. “I’ve got a ration bar for you too, but I figured we’d take some baby steps and just start with the hydropak. I’ll leave these both here for you.”

She got to her feet, placing the items on the crate she’d sat on. “We’re going to find them and bring them home, Cross,” she told him as she turned to leave. “All of them.”

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