#ga matoran

[irradiated-imp]

For some posts in a friend's discord server, I made my own takes on the various Matoran builds. Figured since I just did a post with the Okotoran build, why not post the rest of them? They're in order of appearance. 01/Mctoran 03/Kolhiitoran 04/Metrutoran 06/Voyatoran 07/Mahritoran 08/Av Matoran

#Bionicle #Bionicle moc #lego #lego moc #Matoran #Matoran Build #Mctoran #Tohunga #Mata Nui #Metru Nui #Voya Nui #Mahri Nui #Karda Nui #Av Matoran #Onu Matoran #Ko Matoran #Le Matoran #Po Matoran #Ga Matoran

[majonohouseki]

Bionicle, but all the Ga-Matoran are seals/selkies.

This is one of my odd ideas for “Bionicle” regarding folklore and fairy tales. An AU of “Bionicle”, where all the Ga-Matoran are seals/selkies.

The reason I think about seals and selkies for this AU is because the Ga-Matoran are like seals/selkies to me, in that since they’re more agile in the water than on land and have a greater lung capacity than other elements of Matoran, yet can’t stay underwater forever and do have houses on dry land, the seals are similar in that way too: they belong in the water, but they’ve gotta take a breath of fresh air every once in a while and be on dry land.

#bionicle #gali #toa gali #toa #nokama #turaga nokama #turaga #matoran #ga matoran #maku #macku #kotu #hahli #selkie #selkies #seals #seal #folklore

[elaho]

Alrighty, it's day 2 of posting old artwork. Here are some redesigns of humanized Ga-Matoran ["Toronaiga"]: Macku, Kotu, and Hahli ["Mara, Kota, and Hale"].

I had originally designed them to be part of a mini-series about how Hale rose from her rank as lowly errand-girl to famous Kohlii champion [based on the flash game from the early 2000s], but I decided to have that plot merge with the island's main prologue/backstory instead of being a separate story arc.

Keeping with the idea of merging facial features with mask designs and personalities, I again "fused" shape elements from LEGO's kanohi masks into each character's design:

Macku/Mara:

An energetic, wild, adventurous [and somewhat rebellious] spirit, balancing Mara's personality with the sharp, fierce features of the Huna was tricky since the two seemed fundamentally opposed to each other. But having thought about it more, Mara is second-in-command of her village after the Elder, a role that would require tough decisions and firm direction in leadership.

In the end, I decided to incorporate some sharp, decisive elements to her face [chin, nostrils, square face shape] would be a good way of showcasing her internal struggle between the desire for the normal, care-free life of a child [wild curly hair, large eyes, freckles] and her confidence in her ability to lead her people.

Kotu/Kota:

A prim and proper personality who believes firmly in established order, structure, and earning your place in society, her design is modelled to closely resemble/imitate the Village Elder's [Turaga Nokama/"Noehli Agota"] in both their face shapes [Rau Mask] and individual hairstyles.

Other elements from the Rau in Kota's design include her lips, nose, and downturned almond-shaped eyes.

Hahli/Hale:

Another redesign [More of a touch-up than a redesign, I think?] of my original design for Hale. Not much has changed, but I wanted to polish more of the Kaukau's shape in her re-design [triangle-shaped lips, short nose bridge, and round cheeks]. I also wanted to convey her youthfulness and innocence in her design too [round face shape, large eyes], along with her cheekiness and unpredictability on the Kohlii playing field with her wild, flippy, choppy hairstyle.

#bionicle #humanized bionicle #character design #concept art #portfolio 2023 #the halfway project #matoran #ga matoran #bionicle hahli #bionicle macku #bionicle kotu #bionicle au #bionicle matoran #old artwork

[bioniclegoodguy]

Kai meet Kai

#bionicle #bonkle #lego #lego bionicle #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago kai #Ga Matoran

[toa-kohutti]

It's Just Paint

A drabble about a Le-Matoran and his jar of paint. Also available on Archive of Our Own.

It’s just paint. 

Aylun tried to convince himself that this was ridiculous, a waste of his time. Objectively, it was. There was no reason to be spending his quiet time doing this. If the other Matoran knew, they’d rightfully make fun and criticize him for his wastefulness. Why paint yourself, especially if it’s not even something you’re going to keep on, instead just wiping it away moments later? 

At least he would just wipe it away. There’d be nary a trace on his armor, and nobody would know and judge him. They couldn’t know he was doing such stupid things. They could label him defective and send him off to Karzahni… and Aylun never knew anyone who came back from Karzahni. 

In his little corner of Le-Metru, a small carving out of the city to call a tiny home, with little more than a bed, a few storage containers, and a mirror turned to the other side, nobody else could see him.  He didn’t have anything to be afraid of. So why, when he held the jar of color, were his fingers trembling?

It’s just paint. 

His stomach was tied up into a knot. He was defective for doing this, he had to be. But something deep in him, deeper than the feelings of shame, pushed him forward, and it told him to listen louder than that shame or even the reverence for the Three Virtues. So he did. 

He picked up an old, dry brush in his quivering grip. He took a deep breath, swallowed his fear, pride, and something else entirely, and dipped it into the jar. It was something that terrified him, and yet, as soon as he began, all of the trembling, the pit in his stomach, all the indecisiveness, evaporated. He drew the brush out, now saturated with the sticky color, and began to paint.

He started with his mask - thankfully, the style of Metru Nui masks made it so he only had to paint two-thirds of his mask, with half melting into a silver he had no problem with. Silver was a color anyone could have, but the rest of him was green. He wasn’t sure if he hated green sometimes. Some days, he bristled against the flood of it that is his Metru. Others were… fine. But he knew he hated the green on him. 

It’s just paint. 

His shoulders were next - thankfully, the green on his armor barely wrapped around to where he couldn’t reach. A little stretch and holding the brush at an awkward angle, and the green disappeared. Then his chest, his stomach, the rest of his torso. He wasn’t sure if it was going fast, or if he was just lost in it. But moments later, he was finished. He stood up, and turned the mirror over. 

In the mirror, he saw a Ga-Matoran. A girl wearing a vibrant blue mask and blue armor, not a Le-Matoran in a pallid green. And he was happy. He turned around and around, watching himself in the mirror, a looking glass to another world where he was another Matoran. His heart leapt with joy, and every movement was full of sureness. 

The paint… it made him happy. He reached out to his reflection, red eyes peering back at him behind a beautiful blue mask, and for a moment, it almost spoke to him. Her - no, his arm, was held out, as if it was urging him to step through the mirror and come with her. The girl in the mirror’s eyes were filled with a longing, as if she yearned to be real. But “she” was just Aylun, just him, wearing a color. 

It’s just paint.

“Aylun!” His daydream was cut short as his friend banged on his door. “Come on, it’s now-time for hard-work!!” He panicked. His stomach dropped again, and he rushed for the rag, ready to scrub off all of this paint before it dried. 

“I’m coming!” He called. “I’ll be there in a….” It pained him for a second to use Chutespeak, but he did it anyway. “Quick-second!” It was forced, and if they looked for it, they could tell something was up.  But it was enough, he prayed to the Great Spirit, that it would keep them from finding his secrets. 

He scrubbed the paint away, and soon, there was no trace of it he could find on his body. In the mirror he saw, now, nothing more than Aylun, his boring, defective old self. That same mirror that gave him elation moments before reminded him, painfully, like a Rahi’s claw dug into his gut and twisted, that the happiness moments before…

It’s just paint.

#bionicle #le matoran #le-matoran #ga-matoran #ga matoran #metru nui #le metru #le-metru #my writing #bionicle fanfic #bionicle fanfiction #bonkles #bonkle #aylun #transgender #trans allegory #the bionicle has gender and feelings about it #gender feels

[thefirstweirdguy]

This is my first official bionicle

From 2002 GALI NUVA

I buy she in internet, some pieces were missing but none is broken, nice

This is my 3🅱️'s

🅱️akugan, 🅱️eyblade and 🅱️ionicle xd

#lego #bionicle #lego bionicle #toa #toa nuva #gali #gali nuva #toa gali #beyblade #bakugan #ga matoran #toa of water #2002

[bobthedoctor27]

Merra

A Ga-Matoran archer from the Northern Continent.

Whilst in her village, Merra sprouted a budding interest in combat and engineering, often building motors for fishing boats and commencing formal combat training under the instruction of her local Toa. At this time in her life, she aspired to one day reach Metru Nui and lend her hand as a mechanic in Le-Metru. She was often found along the outskirts of her neighboring Matoran settlement, honing her agility by swinging through trees and mastering the terrain.

She wears Exota’s great Towuru, available on Shapeways.

#bionicle #bobthedoctor27 #lego #mocs #matoran #ga-matoran #ocs #toy photography #action figure #classic lego #lego bionicle #bonkles

[lemonylepid]

A canon character request, here's lovely anger trauma lass, Dalu!

If you'd like your OC drawn, please check my pinned post about my commissions! <3

#Ga-Matoran #Dalu #Bionicle #Art #Matoran

[writerfromtheshore]

After the Storm: Winter Preparations, part 2

As the Matoran walk, the tide runs up and down the golden beach. The ocean tumbles and crashes underneath the afternoon sky as it gently tries to reach the dunes. The strength that the water had in the autumn storms is gone, and it now strains to reach before what was not a challenge. The waves yearn to touch the dunes, but cannot, and so they retreat back into the endless ocean.

Along the shoreline, seashells lay strewn about. Some are broken, some are weather beaten. Amongst them, an empty eyed mask sits in the sand, watching the Matoran go down the beach.

#winter preparation #bionicle #matoran adventure #Matoran #Bonkle #Turaga #ga-koro #beach photography

[byz-was-here]

Out of the Mists of Avalon

@crystaltoa​‘s post on the the Agori Living Plesiosaur ships (here)  has been bouncing around my noggin for days, and well. My brain took that thought and ran with it. I ended up hastily banging out the start to something in about an hour or so. Ficlet under the cut. Enjoy!

Moddesh squinted through the mists that now covered the sea. There was no sound to be heard but the waves, and the splashing of the ship’s flippers as they cut through the water. 

“Easy Alzada, easy...” He said, patting the neck of the great beast that served as his Ship, the other Great ships following his lead. The purple scales of Alzada’s neck deemed dull in the light that filtered through the mist, and Moddesh glanced back, to make sure that the rest of the tribe was still following his and Alzada’s lead through the gloom. Close to the center of the fleet, the Elder of the tribe, Etris, traveled on one of the older ships, the faint gleam of her helm visible through the mist. Several nights ago, Moddesh had gone to her for guidance- after what he’d seen. 

The agori took a deep breath, the salt air filling his lungs as he took his bone helmet off, pushing his hair back before replacing it and looking back to the horizon, thinking back to the tales he’d heard her tell as a child aboard her ship...

Elder Etris was one of the few of the sea nomads that still owned metal armor instead of armor carved from coral or bone, that were old and ancient enough to remember the event she only spoke of as the Shattering, where the world was torn asunder, the seas torn from the land, and the Agori with their living ships taken away along with the waters. Etris told in tales how in those first days, she and her brothers had searched, praying to the Lord of Water and Lord of Earth for a trace, any piece of land that could harbor them, only to find that the world was completely covered in ocean. The gifts from the great beings had helped Etris to live long enough to see her people change, adapt with the ocean, learning to survive by living with the rhythm of the sea, while her brothers vanished one by one, claimed by the waves of the endless ocean. 

The Sea Nomads had no need for land anymore. The Ships, living reptillian vessels with long necks, broad, wide backs, six massive flippers and long rudderlike tales, had been their salvation and their companions.  For generations, the tribe of agori had sailed the endless oceans, leading their ships on an eternal voyage across Aqua Magna, sailing their living vessels from reef to reef, letting them feast and sustain themselves, the agori taking what they could from the sea’s bounty, eeking out a way of survival in a world completely covered by water. That was the lesson that every young agori learned: The Sea Would Provide. Floating Kelp became clothes, nets, sails, and food besides. Shells could be fashioned into any number of objects, as could the metallic bones of the fish they brought in to sustain themselves. The sea brought trouble too, storms, thirst, and ravenous se beasts being only a few of the challenges the Sea Nomads had battled over the millennia. 

 Several nights ago, there had been sightings of a strange ship- one made of strange sea plants and billowing sails, and not one of the living vessels of the Sea Nomads. Pretra, a young, sharp-eyed agori had told him that she had seen Figures in blue running across it’s deck. Thoughts had run rampant through his mind- Was it a lost group of the Water Tribe? Fellow Agori thought lost forever, only to be found by chance only now, after all these centuries? He Immediately swam to Etris’ Ship, climbing up its broad back to ask her opinion, taking Pretra along. The elder’s eyes widened as he explained what he’d seen of the strange  ship, and Pretra told her what she could make out of the crew aboard it. Etris’s face was inscrutable, as she said that only a land-dweller could make that kind of ship. 

Moddesh had known nothing except the waves, and could barely grasp the concept of a place that was not-ocean. But such a place... A place for their elders to rest, for their ships to bear their young out of reach from the dwellers of the deep... A place that only existed in tales except for only the very oldest among them.  As the Ships lifted their heads out of the water to see the strange vessel draw closer, The Sea Nomads heard a distant cry of alarm in an unfamiliar tongue, and Moddesh hurried to the edge of Etris’ Ship to see that strange vessel hastily turn to sail away. Eyes widening, he knew that he could not let this chance slip away, not for his tribe. “After them!” He shouted, before jumping over the side to swim to his Ship, Alzada.

That had been several nights ago, and it had been difficult keeping the strange ship in sight. But this morning, as the sun had crept over the ocean, light had dawned over thick mist, and the strange ship had vanished in the gloom. He hung his head in defeat, feeling ashamed for having stressed his Ship and his whole tribe in an effort to chase spirit Tales. As he turned and walked along the broad back of his ship, he noticed Pretra turn to look at him, her mouth falling open in shock. Realizing that she was in fact, looking behind him, Moddesh turned, and stumbled in shock, falling onto Alzada’s back in shock. “By the Great Beings...”

He had no words to describe it, but far beyond the mist loomed the tallest thing he had ever seen, clouds of smoke billowing from its roof. To him it seemed like a titanic wave made of pure rock, so high it towered over the water. Slowly the mists parted, and more and more Agori began to exclaim in shock. The Peak of rock, billowing smoke was only the highest point he could see, as slopes of what could only be land spread out in front of the Nomads until it took up the whole horizon. 

A channel of water led seemingly into the island, the strange ship making speed towards it, and a collection of domes made of seaweed floating on the water...

...

“I Told you we should have sailed north instead of south!” Nireta wailed, trying to get the backup engine on the Ga-Tiki in some semblance of working order while Kai and Marka matoraned the Sails. “This is not the time to argue!” Pelagia answered, the Ga-Matoran steering the vessel into Naho Bay, glancing back to the huge heard of ocean-bound rahi on their heels. Pelagia’s Akaku, though powerless, still possessed an impressive set of lenses that helped her scan the horizon. 

“This is the first time Nokama’s let us go beyond the sight of Mata Nui in 200 years, She’s never going to let us so much as swim to the next hut after this” Nireta continued. 

Marka and Kai were too busy dealing with the Ga-Tiki’s rigging to enter their own opinion, but Pelagia was more than able to man the rudder and speak at the same time. “I’m less worried about the Turaga than I am about the Rahi that’ve been chasing us night and day.” She replied. Glancing back at the beasts following them, she could swear she could make out other matoran on the creatures’ backs. But she’d never seen or heard of any matoran that rode rahi like those, and life on Mata Nui had taught her to always be alert for a trap laid by the Makuta. The minute she’d seen those rahi’s armored heads raise out of the water to look at her and the other ga-matoran on her ship, she’d immediately decided to turn an sail back to Mata Nui- to Inform the Turaga if nothing else. As the green domes of Ga-Koro came into view, Kai dashed to the prow of the ship and she started banging the signal drum. 

Thum Thum Thum-Thum Thum-Thum Thum Thum... 

Pelagia’s Akaku focused on the village as the Ga-Koronan’s mustered their ships. Whatever was going to happen after this, it was certainly going to be Interesting...

#bionicle #Bonkles #agori #Sea nomads of Aqua Manga #A couple Ga Matoran decide to go on a girls only road trip and find aliens #or something like that #Nokama is going to have her work cut out for her #byzwrites #sea agori au

[bethanyvenefica]

Flashbacks to my time in Ga-Koro with Jaller in VRChat

Why dont they let Vortixxes visit the Matoran? :(

Lizards never hurt anyone. Ga-koro world by Essenger https://vrchat.com/home/world/wrld_d467740b-e691-4cce-9cd8-2ce4551850cf

#matoran #vortixx #ga-koro #vrchat #BIONICLE #LEGO #LEGO BIONICLE #3D #3D MODEL #BIONICLE MOC #LEGO MOC #MOC

[irradiated-imp]

The Toa Okoto(In Matoran and Toa forms) The first Toa Team to be formed on the island of Okoto Nui. Like many Teams before them, they don't always get along well, but they do their best to protect Okoto Nui from the threat of the Bone Hunters. Their members are

Okua(Fire) Former 'Turaga' of a small village in Ta-Oko. Though he's confident in leading the functions of a small village, he has difficulties leading a Toa Team.

Lodhu(Air) Member of the Le-Ifo Guard. Over all he is incredibly jovial and friendly, and gets along well with just about everyone on the team. He is Boxor Certified.

Toja(Ice) Excitable and curious, Toja was one of Okoto-Nui's many Chroniclers prior to becoming a Toa. He still makes an effort to keep up with his Chronicler responsibilities as a Toa.

Vikitoo(Stone) Vikitoo is easily the most tempermental of the Toa Okoto, with little patience for the antics of his team mates. He used to be a Courier, specifically operating out of the Muupar Desert of Po-Oko.

Enha(Water) A teacher turned Toa of Water. She specialized in zoology and still gets excited about the Rahi of Okoto Nui. Ironically, she suffers from thalasaphobia.

Arvho(Earth) Arvho worked as a miner in one of Onu-Oko's many mining settlements. He's stubborn and sarcastic, but tries to get along with the others. He was rendered mute by a mining accident. He communicates through a combination of sign language, and using his elemental powers to inscribe writing into the ground. The six were trained by Toa Izewi, when he had the time to train them anyways. The Turaga, Narmoto, Vizuna, Izotor, Nilkuu, Kivoda, and Korgot also provided aid in the Toa Okoto's training.

#bionicle #bionicle moc #lego #lego moc #Toa #Matoran #Ta Matoran #Le Matoran #Ko Matoran #Po Matoran #Ga Matoran #Onu Matoran #Toa of Fire #Toa of Air #Toa of Ice #Toa of Stone #Toa of Water #Toa of Earth #Okoto Nui

[majonohouseki]

Macku in a white sundress and a straw hat.

#bionicle #Ga-Matoran #Matoran #macku #maku

[magicalgirlartist]

[ID: 3 images with 2 characters (1 higher and older to the left facing left, 1 lower and younger to the right facing right) each. The first is 2 women. The higher one has a long blue dress and white tabard, carrying a tall trident and smiling. Text beside her: "TURAGA NOKAMA, leader of Ga-Koro, always believes she knows best, not angry, just disappointed, your well-meaning auntie." The lower one has a bright blue tube top and wrap skirt, arms folded and a grumpy expression. Text beside her: "KOTU, right hand of Turaga Nokama, Ga-Koro's best kolhii player, incorrigible prankster, coping with not being picked for the team JUST FINE, THANKS." The second is 2 men. The higher one has glasses, a long black coat over tight-fitting grey clothes, carrying a drill on a stick and smiling. Text beside him: "TURAGA WHENUA, leader of Onu-Koro, terrible eyesight, gives the best advice, weird rivalry with Turaga Nuju." The lower one has opaque goggles, safety gloves and knee/elbow pads, and a tool belt, all grey and orange, lifting the goggles onto his forehead and smiling. Text beside him: "NUPARU, engineer (2nd class), genius inventor, a little bit insane, regularly forgets to eat/sleep, loves to infodump about whatever he's working on." The last is 2 men. The higher one has a long white coat and tall grey boots with fur trim, carrying a tall ice pick, looking to the side with a slight frown. Text beside him: "TURAGA NUJU, leader of Ko-Koro, requires Matoro to translate for him, no patience whatsoever, weird rivalry with Turaga Whenua." The lower one has a long white coat and white earmuffs, looking down with a neutral expression and hands in his pockets. Text beside him: "KYLMA, acolyte, translates and interprets prophecies, workaholic, grumpy if interrupted, extremely blunt." End ID.]

More Bionicle Sports Anime stuff!! This time featuring the Turaga from the first 3 villages and some extra minor characters. Kotu and Nuparu were my favourites to draw lol. Next up are the rest of the Turaga (+extras)!

[Commissions open!]

#bionicle #human bionicle #mnolgii #art #fanart #digital art #in the little script i have in my head for this comic there's a scene in nokama's hut immediately after she announces ga koro's team #hahli: turaga nokama not to be rude but i think there's been some kind of mistake - #kotu: NOKAMA WHAT THE HELL. WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME #i like to think kotu is way more casual with nokama than the rest of the matoran on account of being her right hand yknow #bionicle sports anime

[herora-nuva]

Hey guys! New video up on my channel, this time looking at how Macku and Hahli offer a glimpse at the theme of character role in the story, how Macku began the story as the main Ga-Matoran character but was gradually eclipsed by Hahli, and how their choice of masks utilized unique aspects of Bionicle’s visual storytelling to create and then subvert its own tropes and patterns. Check it out and let me know what you think!

#bionicle #macku #hahli #matoran #ga-matoran #youtube #my videos

[dontfindme445]

I like to think about the whole “all the ga- matoran are girls” thing like “all of them are biologically female, but some of them are trans men, and some of the other types of matorans, who are all supposed to be male, are trans women.”

#bionicle #Bionicle thoughts #lego bionicle #lego #legos #Ga-Matoran #bonkles #bonkle