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systemsearcher · 8 months
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Random Bionicle headcanon
Unscoped Akakus have a rather undeserved reputation of being worn by peeping toms and overall nosy people.
Obviously, Toa generally have more important things to do, as do Turaga, meanwhile Matoran cannot actually make use of the Akaku's power, but because of a combination of the nature of the mask, a few select incidents, and a few scandals based on fake "Matoran figured out how to activate the power of their mask!!!! Heres how!" news, the reputation ended up becoming so ingrained and cultivated that nobody manufactures unscoped Akakus anymore.
That's why even Matoran who have precisely zero use for scopes end up always getting a scoped Akaku.
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ctrl-alt-tahu · 2 years
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And because this is my Tumblr and I can spam you an I like: here's this year's jack-o-lantern as a solo post.
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onvermel · 2 years
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been doing some painting. First time doing painting by hand of a bioncile part.
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hefestesse · 2 years
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salzz4r · 2 years
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Tkm Kurapikaaaaaaa
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v-vina · 1 year
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Being the adopted daughter of Kurapika, I was almost never let outside. There was always school and being a hunter (Mamapika had no idea about this), that whenever coronavirus hit, Kurapika was unstable with the fact that I could die. So he banned me from leaving the house and forced me to do online school like a normal kid. 
But that didn’t stop me from sneaking out with Gon and Killua, two kids who were my age, while Mamapika was doing his revenge work.
But, it just so happens that today, Leorio had came over to watch me and dragged Killua and Gon along. 
And they were going on with the usual, “Gon you made me worried!” and, “But Killua, you can’t just kill someone because you don’t like them.”
I was leaning back on my chair while staring absent mindlessly at the screen. I could barely hear the teacher over the ruckus that they were making, and I forgot that this was the class that the teacher always forced us to turn our mic on. 
I tried to remain obscure about it. Maybe she wouldn’t notice that it was turned off?
“Y/n. Y/n! Y/N!” 
I look up in surprise at the computer staring wide eyed at the screen.
“Y/n, turn on the mic.” I shake my head and glance over at Killua and Gon. They are still in a deep fight that has now broke into them singing a random song off the internet. “Turn on the mic!” My teacher demands.
I lower my eyes a little and press the microphone icon. I can vaguely here the echo of Killua and Gon singing. (it's corn kid tiktok song (extended) (Lyrics)YouTube · Aqua Lyrics1 day ago)
“It’s corn!” Killua yelled. “A big lump with knobs!” Gon answered. They continued going back and forth.
“It has the juice.”
“It has the juice!”
“I can’t imagine a more beau-“
Leorio cuts off the background music. “Shut up! I’m coochie man.” he yells. 
A big war is going on in the Zoom chat as people continue to sing the rest of the lyrics while others spammed question marks and laughing emojis.
“Uhm, Y/n-“ the teacher begins, but is cut off by another yell.
“No! We were singing!” Killua yells. 
“Whoa, whoa!! Killua calm down!”
I turn around and glare at Killua. “Dude, I told you! You kill someone else and your money jar will overflow!”
A chocolate robot hits me square in the forehead. The teacher attempts to interrupt again, but I had already stood up, hearing ooohs erupting from my computer speaker. 
Gon runs up to me, “Wait wait calm down! I haven’t seen you this angry since Tonpa tried to poison you at the hunter exams!” Everyone on the computer whispers, “Omg they’re a hunter :0” while others giggle, “Haha it’s a green bean.”
Killua uses his Godspeed to get a chicken and return back, and by the time he was back, the chicken’s still beating heart was already ripped out and handed to Leorio.
“Cook chicken now,” he says in caveman, giving Leorio a stanky eye. 
“Chile, anyways.” 
Mamapika then shows up at the door and rings the doorbell very aggressively with the sound of it being the “Kurapika is now drowning”. 
Leorio opens the door and shoved the chicken into Kurapika’s mouth. He spits it out and yells, “I’m the original Sasuke!” and runs to his room.
“GooOoOooOoNn-“ Hisoka moans from the door.
Illumi appears in the corner. “Killua, come home.”
“Yeah, ok bye.” The teacher kicks me from the zoom.
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xenon-noble · 2 years
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Kopaka 2016′s mask is the best version of the Akaku and I will hear no arguments.
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asexualcloud · 6 months
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i just made a joke abt kurtaism in a yt comment section, and someone asked what "akaku" meant
how do i explain to this random stranger that its a cult based off a anime femboy and the word "red" in japanese
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sharkbytestudio · 1 month
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I’m on a nostalgia binge run.
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siren-darkocean · 6 months
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So we all know that one chapter in Tales of the Masks, the first chapter that screamed Kotahu energy
How come Kopaka didn't think to use his Kanoi Akaku Nuva to find Pohatu?
This has been on my mind for a while and I'm genuinely curious, like yeah I get panic and all but come on Kopaka
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systemsearcher · 2 years
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Random Bionicle Headcanon
The Kanohi masks that the Toa Mata wear always seemed a bit eclectic to me. Most of them seemed to be rather weird and seemingly incredibly situational, which gets even weirder when you consider that the Toa Mata were designed as the spec ops team
And now, suddenly, in the throes of post Factorio sleepiness, I wonder. What if the masks were originally picked by the Toa Mata not out of any practical concerns, but entirely due to their personality quirks?
Let's take a look at some potential rationales for those choices, purely from my view.
Toa Tahu, the Hau, the mask of protection. On one hand, it is the mask in Bionicle lore, the symbol of Mata Nui himself. Perhaps Toa Tahu was particularly religious back before the amnesia, and chose the mask as a sort of icon?
Alternatively, he was always a bit afraid of getting hurt, and by the time he got over that fear, the mask already became part of his fighting style.
Toa Kopaka, the Akaku, the mask of X-Ray vision. Part of me wants to say that he picked it entirely in order to always know whether there was someone in another room so that he may be able to avoid unnecessary social interactions. Another part of me wonders if he may have been interested in machinery, which would explain why his mask of choice also came with several additional lenses for better zoom. He must have been annoyed when he lost some of them after going Nuva.
Toa Gali, the Kaukau, the mask of water breathing. The potential reason for that one is rather obvious. Gali simply always loved to swim, and so picked out an incredibly situational mask just to be able to do that more and better.
Toa Pohatu, the Kakama, the mask of speed. I'd assume that the reason for that one is equally as simple. He just likes to go fast, but sucks at piloting.
Toa Onua, the Pakari, the mask of strength. That one is equally as straightforward, but from the opposite direction. He got trapped in one too many cave ins and so chose a mask that would let h get out 9f them easily.
Toa Lewa, the Miru, the mask of levitation. My first thought was that he mostly picked it out as a joke to be able to literally float away during conversations, but then discovered that it actually works.
Any other thoughts? It's always possible that the masks have also just been assigned to them, but honestly, the idea that they picked them themselves, not for combat utility but due to their personal interests, seems rather intriguing to me.
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the-witch-of-one-piece · 11 months
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@thunderbaal 🤭
Akaku akaku akaku yurete Yume no yume no hate e Hanarerarenai🎵
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randomwriteronline · 4 months
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To love is to hurt.
To love is to hurt.
He opened his eyes to the feeling of his heartlight spasming like an air bladder squeezed too quickly.
It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.
He looked down.
It was all coiling around his spine.
It was all bursting from him like ribbons, writhing and wiggling and settling against his frame, snaking under his armor pieces, latching onto them - if he tried to rip them off they would have clung harder, they would have torn and sent horrendous pains through circuits until he had to stop hurting himself, leaving them to grow further, twitching incessantly all the way across him as they took over, as they held tight, as they grew further and further and further until they began turning into a barely shaped mass of incessantly moving grossly wet disgusting serpentine worms of flesh and blood that pushed off the very shell he was made off and engulfed his skeleton until it was no more, swallowed away, devoured by the mass, buried now beneath pulsing wires aching with electricity, beneath a living blanket pressing much too tight around him, much too tight, like a trap sewing itself onto him, unable to pierce through the protodermis and instead being pierced in turn, sputtering blood out of him, boiling hot, burning, begging him to shed his carapace, the last thing he had, the last thing it could not take from him, the disgusting parassite no larger than his closed fist beating hard and painful against the metal as though to crack it, dent it, tear it off somehow, contorting his fingers with its warm ichor and humid flesh and blindingly desperate pain to make him reach out and tear himself apart, tear himself undone, rip his every little minuscule shred of identity off of himself to replace it with some new unknown appalling horror closing around his throat, replacing pistons and cogs and joints with pulsing boiling shaking alienly inside inside him trying to cling harder turn him move him against his will until he was nothing of himself ever again, and his mask dug deeply excruciatingly horrifyingly into his face, and his mask would not turn off, and he could not take his mask off, and he could not stop looking, and none of it could stop growing and writhing and turning and curling and moving and twisting and tightening and pulsing and twitching and jolting and tensing and
And he opened his eyes to the dark, to arms pulling him to sit up. A palm grabbed his nape and placed his face against a cheek.
The breath against his ear was warm, harsh, loud.
It hissed as it was exhaled until the lungs it had been held into were completely empty.
It hissed as it was inhaled until the lungs it was flowing into were completely full.
It covered the sound of his horrible heart beating frantically.
It covered the feeling of his horrible heart beating frantically.
Eyes shut tight until the pressure made him see stars, one hand clamped around the arm sustaining him, Kopaka imagined the loud breathing was the winds of Ko-Wahi passing through him from the top of mount Ihu.
He imagined it so hard and so much that for a single moment he really believed he was there.
He really believed there was still time.
He really believed that.
Gentle fingers combed through his hair.
The breathing never stopped, comforting, familiar.
He couldn't look. He couldn't.
He couldn't look.
He couldn't.
Pohatu breathed.
Slowly.
Sweetly.
Soothingly.
His trembling quelled at last; he leaned into his brother's steady embrace, hard and soft all once.
That hadn't changed.
They waited a long time, very quietly, before Kopaka felt tired enough to start slumping into Pohatu's hold. He was laid down without a word, wrapped still in a body just as horrid as his own was; but somehow it felt better, to have this sort of foreign warmth and pressure coiled around his bones.
Distracting him from his abnormality.
He slipped into dark sleep, still not serene.
But at least, if Pohatu held his grip tight onto him, he could drag him away from the festering organs he'd glimpsed on the Star if their nightmare crawled out from within him again.
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kudzu-san · 9 months
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I'm so stupid. It had just occured to me that the Kurta clan is based off of Indian culture??? I just learned about the Kurta clothing and it's just so uncanny. I'm so stupid what it's been years since I saw HxH how come no one told me this is so cool??? Someone draw brown Kurapika right now.
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uniformbravo · 8 months
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she was so valid for this
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yume-fanfare · 1 year
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screaming along to raspberry monster CAN fix you
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