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hey would you like some bionicle aus haha get in

A) g3 concept

this motherfucker. is a Big One. MANY thoughts on it, still trying to iron out some of it. heavily based on g1 but with g2 elements that are nice/interesting to me specifically Such As the mask making via elements deal, ekimu, and the okoto setting. i am Cramming As Much Mostly Relevant G1 Things In This As Possible. includes all main toa teams so mata, metru and inika as well as the chronicler's company, Lhikan lesbian ver, several of the Makuta, the Barraki (who are actual animals and also a polycule because why not) and a MNOG-like Makuta who honestly loves and cares for his brother the Great Spirit and thinks putting him in a coma will help. also pewku and jaller's crab. theres even a voriki implication. i have a big post in the drafts for this and perhaps one day it will appear

2009-10 elements will not manage to be included nor will 2016-17 elements. the former because i cannot fit those lads in here tho perhaps bara magna life & survival will make it through, the latter because i havent seen journey to one and frankly i dont know if theres anything of value to take from it. please do yell at me at length in case you disagree. i am very serious abt that i want to learn more, its just that i cant be arsed to get netflix for anything

B) human g2015 au

classic modern times human au but with 2015 characterization bc i like the web episodes. the thoughts i have about this are nebulous at best but good lord if it aint good fun to think about

THE GOOD NEWS IS that while the main characters will be limited to the toa mata nuva, i can mention as many characters in this as i want. possibly all of them. they are just new zelanders now, they live there. they have jobs and stuff. im going to include the fucking moburzhak. i can even put the g1 mata in there as bizzarely omonimous different characters. i am a god

THE ALSO GOOD NEWS IS i can overthink characterizations you wouldnt even dream of so i can take these cardboard cutouts that are the toa and try to engineer something compelling out of them somehow through the power of incredible neurodivergency and this morbid interest in group dynamics i just found

the bad news is i have little to no plot yet. few story beats that i have are discovery of the powers ala superheroes, lewa getting possessed, pohatu having a panic attack, subsequent slow kohatu development from strangers to friends to lovers because im Fucking Weak For Them, onua leaving lewa underground briefly because hes fucking tired of his attitude, slow lewa/tahu/gali development from clashing to friends to what i can only describe as the human equivalent of a cat colony, stupid winter episode, and undecover mission in drag at a fancy place. most of my fully formed thoughts are for this last one but i still have no idea how this happens or why they have to do it, i just know that the boys make for a bunch of pretty ladies. i am just spitting ideas

also had more specific ideas regarding the main toa such as them being half maori and half another ethnicity (australian aboriginal/hawaiian/jewish/latin american/african just to give a few ideas), onua being aromantic and lewa being goth

C) Foster Parent au

also known as What Watching A Whole Ass Blind-Run Of Bloodborne While Having A Soft Spot For Toa-Turaga Familial Relationships Does To A Motherfucker AU, or also alternatively Superpowers? Divinity? WRONG! COSMIC HORROR AU

only features the Toa Mata, Toa Metru Hordika, Artakha, Karzhani and Velika. the Toa Mata are six parentless siblings separated at birth, bounced around the system until each ended up assigned one of the Toa Metru as their foster parent. weird elemental shit starts happening more prominently now that theyre in a safe and loving environment, and a mysterious man named Artakha who seems to have history with the Metru begins showing up insistently and intimidatingly demanding custody of the kids as their father.

its about the PARENT-CHILD CONNECTIONS and the SIBLINGHOOD and the HORRORS and the FOUND FAMILY and the PARENTAL LOVE and the HORRORS AGAIN

i DO want to talk about it but also i do NOT want to talk about it but also i will never write it so PLEASE ask me about it i am Begging You

#bionicle #random talks #this is me yelling incoherently into the void while fairly sleep deprived #if the void cared to respond id be pretty happy but considering so far the reception id be glad to have my head smacked into a door

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prompt: Hello! Since requests are open and it’s the month of Halloween, I was wondering if I could request a wolf! Au scenario with Changkyun where he’s a werewolf and the reader is a werewolf Hunter due to their parents? But despite their different backgrounds they love each other dearly even tho it’s wrong? Preferably some angst, fluff, and a happy ending?? LMAO THANK YOU SO MUCH IN ADVANCE. ALSO SORRY THIS WAS REALLY DETAILED BUT FEEL FREE TO CHANGE SOME THINGS IF IT HELPS YOU WRITE BETTER ❤️✨

klsdjlkasj thank u so much for ur request!! i went a little bit overboard but i really got into this, tbh. lmk if it wasn’t what you wanted!!

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From a young age, you knew what you were meant to do. The same thing that your family had done for generations before, that they made a living doing, that kept your town safe.

You were going to kill werewolves.

There were a few rules to the ‘family business’, as your parents called it. You could only befriend other hunters in the area or people that their families had approved. There were werewolf families in the area, your family isn’t full of idiots, but not all of them are nonviolent, so they don’t die. The second they pose a threat to a human, however? They’re dead. Gone. Bye!

The second is that you can’t tell anyone you’re a hunter. Again, this doesn’t apply to other hunter’s families. If the common folk of your small town knew that there were hunters, aside from the deer hunters, and knew that there was a population of werewolves? Who knows what could happen? They could manage to convince the ‘vegan’ werewolves, who survived off of raw steaks and the occasional squirrel, to taste human flesh once again. They could convince the wolves to turn them. They could do anything; there was no telling.

The third rule was the most obvious; you have to be absolutely certain that someone is a wolf before you can kill them. That could mean months of watching them, or it could mean two days. You have to see them in human form, wolf form, and turning. If you have a hunch about someone, you can decide to tell another hunter or take them on your own. Seeing as you weren’t fully trained, however, it was strongly recommended that you take someone with you to take care of the issue, but you didn’t technically have to. The most important part of that rule, however, was that you can’t kill the wolf unless you know it harmed an innocent human.

You had been in the business for not quite two decades, and in your first year of the college a town over, you met someone that you’d known for years with a new light. His name was Im Changkyun, and you’d been in the same grade for your entire life. However, for the first time, this semester, the two of you shared a few classes. On the first day of class, he approached you, slightly shyly.

“Can I sit here?” he asked, slightly pink. “I think you’re the only one I know.”

“Oh yeah,” you responded. “Go for it.”

“I’m Changkyun, by the way,” he introduced himself.

Stopping yourself from answering with, ‘yeah, I know,’ you instead answered with your name. You weren’t super open to befriending him, especially not so suddenly, considering that he usually hung out with well-known werewolves, but as far as you could tell, he was the only person that you knew at your school, as well. Most of your friends’ families had sent them off to different states where they had connections of other hunters, and you were desperate for friends to the point where you figured that breaking one little rule wouldn’t cause your small town’s entire society to collapse, right?

After a few months, however, you got closer to Changkyun than you’d figured you would. You probably ended up too close to him. There was a high chance that the feelings you felt for him at least bordered on romantic, not platonic. Being the only two students from your town definitely had an impact on that, but you quickly found out that you had multiple classes together, which helped. He ended up at your dorm more nights than he wasn’t, and you also figured out that the two of you also had a passion for the supernatural. The pair of you believed in it, you for obvious reasons, but Changkyun could never quite pinpoint why he was so intrigued by it.

“It just seems like it has to be out there,” he insisted, upside down over your bed. You sat with your legs crossed in your swivel chair across the room, spinning slightly. “Like, dragons!” His eyes lit up. “So many cultures had dragons before they had any contact with others, it just makes sense that they’d exist! And how would they even come up with stuff like vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters? It just makes sense.”

Your head perked up for a split second at the mention of werewolves, but you played it off, processing his words. “Actually,” you responded, “I read something about how the vampire legend came to be. That’s the one thing I’m not entirely sure I believe in, y’know? The legend came from something like, how bodies decompose after death, and it looks like hair and fingernails keep growing, right? And I think people being buried alive, too. I can’t remember though, I read it like sophomore year.”

“But do you believe in like, werewolves, shapeshifters, aliens, mermaids, all that?” You nodded enthusiastically.

“Aliens definitely, partially because there’s so many planets out there that have the same type of conditions that Earth had when life started to form, and I really wanna know how the differences end up making them look compared to us. There’s no way that mermaids don’t exist, how else would you explain the siren legend? I’m a little iffy on shapeshifters, but I’ll believe until I have evidence against them, honestly.” You hesitated, hoping that Changkyun wouldn’t recognize that you avoided the werewolf question.

“What about werewolves, though?” God fucking dammit. He hadn’t sounded that curious in the past few months, giving you hope that his family were hunters, as well. They had moved into town during winter of your eighth grade year, so nobody really knew much about them.

“Yeah,” you simply responded. “I believe in werewolves.” You tried to keep your heart from beating quickly, tried to keep him from prying further. You knew that if you started talking, there was a chance that you wouldn’t stop.

“Why, though? You gave reasons for everything else.”

Your heart felt like it was going a million miles a minute. “I mean, our town has a lot of superstition about werewolves, right? And we wouldn’t have believed in them for so long if they didn’t exist, right? It just makes sense.” You paused. “I mean, I guess we also believed that the Earth was flat, but whatever. This lasted longer than that, I think.” You turned around to your laptop, looking up how long people believed in the Earth being flat and how long people’ve believed in werewolves as an excuse to hide your face, which, by now, you were sure was turning pink.

“[Y/N].” Your name fell thickly from Changkyun’s lips.

You swiveled around. “We’ve believed in werewolves longer. What’s up?”

“I...can I trust you?”

Your heart was beating quickly. “Yeah, of course, ‘Kyun.”

“I’m a werewolf.” You could practically feel his heart beating, quite possibly faster than yours, but decided to play it off.

A dry laugh emerged from your lips. “Good one, ‘Kyun. I’m a vampire!” You held up your hands like claws, making a hissing face. “Is it because it’s October?”

“No, [Y/N], I’m not joking. I’m dead serious. That’s why my family moved. We were run out of our town and -- God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” He sat up on your bed and promptly buried his face in his hands. “Yeah, I’m joking,” he said when he finally brought his head up. His eyes were slightly red, the area around his eyes dark and wet.

“‘Kyun -”

“Listen, I have to go. I’ll see you around, ‘kay?” He grabbed his bag, and, without waiting for a response, walked out of your dorm, closing the door roughly. You sat alone in your room for a moment, and after a brief look at the clock, decided that you could sleep on whatever the hell just happened.

You didn’t see Changkyun for about two weeks after that. He sat on the other side of the lecture halls, and left you alone during lunch. Your dorm room, despite your roommate, always felt lonely. It didn’t have his dumb jokes filling it, slowly turning into deep conversations that lasted until one in the morning. You even missed his smell, despite not noticing it before. It would stick to your sheets before, and now, you could barely sleep.

He ignored your texts and denied your calls after two tones. He didn’t turn off his read receipts, so you still knew that he didn’t have you blocked. It hurt. It hurt so fucking much. You knew that your family was made up of hunters, and they’d have you kill him. But you also knew that Changkyun, whatever form he took, couldn’t hurt a fly. He was the sweetest person you’d ever met, and he didn’t need to know about your family. Your family didn’t need to know about his family.

Looking at the calendar you had hanging near your door, you noticed that two nights from then was the full moon. If he wasn’t lying, just trying to get out of talking to you, you could catch Changkyun in every form. You could see if he was dangerous, if you had to tell anyone what he was. You could also get hurt.

You could get turned.

Knowing the worst-case scenarios, you decided that you were willing to risk it. Changkyun had become important to you, your home away from home, in the past few months. He was family now, and you were raised on the importance of family. You needed to keep him in your life.

For the two days, you skipped out on school. You emailed your professors, explaining that you were sick, and they gladly sent you the work you’d missed out on. They also marked you as present, seeing as how you’d never skipped a class and had one of the highest grades in all of your classes. During those two days, you collected what you’d need for the worst-case scenario with Changkyun. You traveled a few towns over to collect wolfsbane from a small witchcraft shop, you bought wolf tranquilizers from a shady girl in an alleyway, and for the worst possible thing, you bought a dainty silver necklace that you melted down into a single bullet. You prayed you wouldn’t have to use it, but you knew you had to be ready for the worst possible thing. If Changkyun cared, or even noticed that you weren’t in class for a few days, he didn’t say anything.

The morning of the full moon, you slept in. You knew that you probably wouldn’t be sleeping that night, and you needed sleep more than anything, especially at this point in the semester. If you were right, and you didn’t have to kill Changkyun, it was a slight comfort to know that, even if he hated you, he wouldn’t be killed. As you collected what you needed, you paused for a second.

If you weren’t right, if Changkyun was just a normal human who was trying to be funny, or even if he had hallucinations of being a werewolf, that meant that he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore. Or anything more than that. You cracked your knuckles as you sat down on your bed. A few tears fell, but they quickly stopped.

No, you were right. No one can lie that well.

Knowing that your roommate would be at a Friday the Thirteenth party, you were able to slip out of your room and down the dark hall of your dorm building easily. The creaky stairs were another story, however, and you felt every blood cell racing through your veins as you slowly made your way down. You knew that if you were caught, the only thing that could get you in trouble was the silver bullet, but it was hidden in a pocket that you yourself had put into the duffel bag. Honestly, it’d just look like you were a witch, but if Changkyun caught you, he’d know instantly.

And you did not plan on dying that night.

You crept towards Changkyun’s dorm building, sneaking up the stairs, again, as quietly as you could. Once you made it to his dorm hall, you stuck to the side opposite of his room, hoping that you could play it off easily, if you were caught. You got to his room in a minute, and taking in a heavy breath, you knocked on his door. He was lucky and didn’t have a roommate, so when you didn’t hear any response, despite his light being on, you twisted his doorknob, just testing it.

The dumbass left his door unlocked.

You sighed quietly, pushing it open before closing it swiftly. The first thing that you saw turned around, facing his room, was that the window was open. It wasn’t very carefully opened, but it clearly wasn’t just a one-second, one-time fix for him. The screen was taken out of his window, but it wasn’t torn or thrown out of the window. It rested on the floor, just slightly raised due to hitting the wall. One of the plastic sides was broken and worn away.

You peered out the open window, holding onto the windowsill for dear life as you tried to find any way out of his window. You decided to take a chance, and reached for the tree just a few feet away. Almost, almost, almost…

The wind whistled through your ears for just a second before you landed on your back on the cold ground. The breath was knocked out of you, and if you could’ve laughed, you would’ve. You’d been alive for two decades and this was what got you down. Not a werewolf, not a murderer, no, falling out of the window of a dorm building.

Once you were able to breathe again, you sat up, still laughing mentally. You rubbed your back and shoulder blades, still hurting like hell, and dug through your bag for your phone. You quickly unlocked your it, shining the flashlight on the ground and looking closely at it. After a minute of looking, you found a few faded paw prints that looked like a wolf’s. You inspected it for another second, and followed the path of where they seemed to lead.

“Changkyun?” you whispered into the forest, still following the small claw indentations in the dirt. You continued to call his name quietly for a few minutes, pulling yourself further and further into the almost pitch-black wood.

Your blood ran cold as you heard a growl behind you. You stopped immediately in your tracks, terrified of what you’d find when you turned around. The growling didn’t stop, however, and it didn’t grow closer, so you decided that you could, hopefully, safely turn around.

As you looked into the eyes of 0the wolf not even a foot away from you, you felt like you fell from the window in Changkyun’s dorm all over again. They had the same eyes. If he hurt you in any way, shape, or form, one of three things was going to happen.

One, Changkyun was going to walk out with the blood of someone on his hands. You can’t even call yourself an innocent person, you’d ended lives, too. He might not even know why you were killed, but once the news got a hold of it, your parents would know, and they would figure out who did it. They always did.

Two, Changkyun was going to bite you and not kill you. You would lie to your parents, saying that nothing happened, and wouldn’t kill him. His bite would leave you writhing in pain for over a week, after which, you would be a full werewolf. You would become the very thing that your parents hated more than anything, and you might not be able to control yourself.

Three, Changkyun was going to bite you, and not kill you. You would explain to your parents after killing him, that he was a werewolf. That’s the end of the story.

But Changkyun didn’t hurt you. He pressed his ears flat to his head and looked down, away from your eyes. You held your hand out to him, and he growled for a split second before placing his muzzle in it. He gave you the power.

You pulled your hand away from his snout as quickly as you’d put it there. You started to walk away, looking at Changkyun expectantly, and he followed. You knew you had to get him somewhere where he’d be safe, both for himself and to himself. You quickly led him through the forest, led by your flashlight, and back to your dorm. You held him in your arms as if he was a puppy, and took the stairs up through your dorm building as quickly as you could. The hall was a terrifying experience, even if you weren’t holding a wolf, and were, in fact, just holding a puppy, you could still get in a fuckton of trouble. And it would just quadruple when it turned out that it was a human.

Yikes.

When you managed to get into your dorm, you quickly texted your dormmate, asking her to please spend the night tonight, saying that you didn’t want to risk someone taking advantage of her as she crossed campus. She shot back a drunken text that, as far as you could translate, said not to worry, she found a friend she was already planning on spending the night with.

That’s one problem taken care of.

You pulled a blanket off of your bed, setting it on the ground and gesturing for Changkyun to lay down on it. Not being sure of how dressed werewolves were when they transformed back, you pulled a spare blanket out of the closet and lay it on top of him. You then sprinkled the wolfsbane from the jar it was in across the doorframe and on the windowsill, blocking him from getting out of your room without breaking a hole in the wall.

Once you flipped off the lights, you kind of just figured that, if Changkyun was hungry, that was his own damn fault for not hunting before you went and got him, and it was sort of a punishment. It wasn’t like he’d die if he didn’t eat right then and there. He would turn back in a few hours, and once he woke up, the two of you could get a McDonald’s run, whether it was late-night or early morning. You grumbled something that you honestly couldn’t remember for two seconds, something about a dumbass furry.

When you woke up in the morning, the wolfsbane was still intact everywhere you’d placed it. You looked over towards Changkyun’s still sleeping form, decidedly less furry than the night before and certainly less covered. His soft snores filled the room with the rising sun. Once you stepped out of bed, however, the slight creak of the wood sent his eyes shooting open. For just a split second, they were a piercing gold, but they quickly faded back to the dark brown you recognized easily. “[Y/N]?” he asked, voice deeper than usual. “Oh fuck.”

“Yeah.” Your response was curt, full of the salt that you’d been feeling towards him for the past weeks. “What the shit, Changkyun?”

His eyes closed, half out of exhaustion, half out of ‘oh shit, I don’t want to explain’. “I told you I was a werewolf.”

“Jesus shit, ‘Kyun, you fucking dumbass. I could’ve killed you.”

His eyes slowly opened at your words. “I knew it.” The words were hushed. “[Y/N] [Y/L/N]. The [Y/L/N]s. The world famous werewolf hunters. I thought you were myths and your name was just a coincidence. Of course not.”

“I could’ve. I wasn’t going to.”

“Wolfsbane can kill me.”

“It was to sedate you. You didn’t think I was going to actually kill you unless I had to, right?”

Ignoring your question, Changkyun just kept talking. “You know I had a crush on you, right? Like from the eighth grade. And I still do.” If his words were untrue, he was a damn good actor.

“Changkyun…”

“Yeah, I know, you don’t feel the same way.”

“No, that’s…” you trailed off. “That’s the issue. I’ve had a crush on you, too. I didn’t really notice it until this year.”

“So, what, you kill me? You figure out a way to cure me? You abandon me?” Changkyun was looking up at you, eyes full of tears.

“I won’t kill you unless you give me a reason to. I don’t know how to cure werewolves, if it’s possible. I won’t abandon you.” You sat down on the floor, only a few feet away from Changkyun.

“But you won’t date me, either,” Changkyun continued, putting words in your mouth.

“I didn’t say that.”

He inched towards you. “So you would?”

“Both of our families would kill us if they knew.” You inched closer to him.

“I don’t care.” He was less than a foot away from you at this point.

“I don’t, either.” There were maybe three inches between you. Changkyun moved his head, leaning in and closing the gap between your lips.

“Prove it, then.” You closed the final inch of space between the two of you, practically falling on him, and then actually falling on him. You didn’t care, holding yourself up with your hands on your hardwood floor, still connected to Changkyun.

“Wow,” he breathed when the two of you pulled apart. “You really don’t care.” You flicked his forehead.

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