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wjbs-bonkle-au · 4 months

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Every Bionicle mask-power summarised.

Hau: Everything-proof shield

Kaukau: "Hey, wanna see how long I can hold my breath underwater?"

Miru: Somewhat balanced flight powers (can't take off from a standstill; horizontal movement at least somewhat controlled by wind)

Kakama: Wheeeeeeeee!

Pakari: Kinda like the Berserk Pack from Doom

Akaku: X-ray specs

Huna: Stealth mode

Rau: Google Translate

Mahiki: Illusions, but also just full-on shapeshifting for some reason?

Komau: Hypnotism kink

Ruru: "Night vision", which canonically manifests as a torch-like beam projected from the mask's front, and gives the wearer actual night-vision, and yet more x-ray stuff

Matatu: Gmod Physgun Telekinesis Addon 2004 No Virus

Calix: Basically X-Cell from Fallout 4 but without the intelligence boost

Elda: Thing finder, for finding things

Suletu: Telepathy and also psychic torture

Sanok: Aimbot

Kadin: Very unbalanced flight powers (literally the only downside is that the user can't hover in place)

Iden: Out of body from morning to night/Dance floor packed and I'm feeling alright

Arthron: *Whale noises*

Faxon: "Hey, wanna see my animal impressions?"

Zatth: Kinda like if going "pspsps" had an equal chance of attracting a cat, a bear or a car-sized land-octopus

Garai: Gravity-y-y-y-y-y, on me/Never let me down, gent-ly damn, two Gorillaz references in one post; I'll try to use another band next time

Volitak: Same as the Huna but worse

Tryna: Wise fwom your gwave!

Jutlin: Rust-vision

Avsa: *Vampire noises*

Felnas: Messes up your abilities, but only through touch for some reason?

Mohtrek: I have no idea how I'd condense this mask's timeline-fuckery into a single se- where did all these scars come from?

Shelek: ‍

Crast: Pushes others away

Mask of Mutation: Guess.

Mask of Scavenging/Vulture: Like the Avsa, but it only works on the recently-deceased

Pehkui: Makes you tiny

Mask of Clairvoyance: The last word of this post will be "diversity"

Kualsi: Nightcrawler powers

Mask of Emulation: "Hey, wanna see my non-animal impressions?"

Mask of Growth: Makes you big

Mask of Rahi Control: Gives you all the powers of a zookeeper

Avohkii: Let there be light!

Kraahkan: Actually I changed my mind; there should darkness

Mask of Psychometry: Ever wondered where your favourite shirt came from?

Rode: Mask of Seeing Through Your Shit

Olmak: Now you're thinking with portals

Mask of Charisma: Actually functions more like brainwashing

Olisi: Isn't it weird how Bionicle's most notable use of the "mad oracle" trope is A. unreliable and B. a giant Frankenstein-man who commits body-horror on random people?

Kiril: Basically the opposite of the Jutlin

Mask of Intangibility: *Ghost noises*

Mask of Possibilities: Essentially the Improbability Drive from Madness Combat, but on a smaller scale

Mask of Elemental Energy: who cares about this one like seriously it barely appears outside the games

Mask of Adaptation: Turns you into an environment-specific action figure

Mask of Aging: The mask that makes you old

Mask of Biomechanics: Essentially the Gmod ragdoll-mover addon

Mask of Conjuring: I'm just going to copy what Biosector says, since it's really convoluted and complex; "The Mask of Conjuring is a Kanohi that allows its user to verbally program a limited power into the mask for a brief period of time. The user must describe in detail the power desired and at least one weakness. If the phrasing is spoken wrong, it causes intense psychic backlash in the user's mind. The user can use a programmed power for fifteen minutes (with a Great version), and after the time is out, the user must wait thirty seconds to activate the mask again. The Noble version will only work for five minutes. Another weakness is because it requires time and speech, any enemies nearby can hear in detail what power to expect and what its weakness is. Because of this, the usage of the mask is more commonly done alone. It is also capable of being programmed with the powers of other masks, such as the Kanohi Hau."

Mask of Freezing: What do you think it does

Mask of Fusion: Combines things • Mask of Healing: Heals stuff

Mask of Incomprehension: 👁️🧠🫵🥫🚹🇮🇹📤

Mask of Rebounding: Something something rubber glue etc.

Mask of Reconstitution: Literally just another Mask of Mutation, but slightly worse

Mask of Sensory Aptitude: 'Cause I've got one two three four five/Senses working o-ver-ti-ime!

Mask of Undeath: I live... again!

Mask of Weather Control: /weather clear 18000

Mask of Weight Increase: Literally just a Garai that can't make things lighter

Ignika: Do-anything MacGuffin that turned into a guy once and also became God's hat for a bit

Vahi: Time isn't holding up/Time isn't after us/Same as it ever was/Same as it ever was...

Mask of Creation: Just kinda lets you make stuff, while also celebrating the Matoran Universe's cultural diversity!

#bionicle

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sandiaheadonline · 3 months

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Turaga Nuju sat alone in the observatory of a Knowledge Tower. All the lightstones in the chamber had been doused. He watched the stars make their flight across the sky in silence. His exaltation over Mata Nui's revival had been replaced by grief over the Toa lost in the fight.

Many centuries ago, disaster had forced the Matoran of Metru Nui and their Toa to relocate to a wild, previously unknown land. That disaster had in part been caused by the pride and overconfidence of the Toa Metru, of whom Nuju was one. After the Toa became the village elders called Turaga, they had tried to put the past behind them—all but Nuju. He adopted the language of flying Rahi birds in place of Matoran, only speaking the common language in emergencies. It was his way of reminding the others of what they had been through and the dangers of arrogance.

Of course, speaking another language meant Nuju needed a translator so others could understand him. He chose a Ko-Matoran hunter/tracker with a real respect for the natural world. Matoro had seemed taken aback by the offer, but eventually agreed to be tutored in Nuju's language.

Over the next 1,000 years, the Turaga and the Matoran would be almost constant companions. Matoro had shown himself to be efficient and trustworthy, keeping all that he heard in the Turaga's councils to himself. Nuju came to rely on him, both for his skills and for his honesty. He was a reminder of the true nobility in every Matoran.

And now he was gone.

The cold, analytical side of Nuju told him this was an acceptable exchange—one Toa for the life of the universe. It was, in fact, a small price to pay for such a monumental event. Feeling regret or sadness was not logical. After all, what was the alternative—Matoro living, and the universe dying? Would that have been better? For reasons he did not understand and never would, Nuju suddenly realized that the answer might just be 'yes.'

What sort of Great Spirit requires the death of a brave, noble hero for his survival? If a being as powerful as Mata Nui could not thrive without demanding such a sacrifice, then maybe existence needed to learn to get along without Mata Nui, he thought angrily.

Nuju sighed. No, that wasn't right. If Mata Nui was not worth saving, then Matoro had died for nothing. That he could not accept.

He looked down from the observatory to the streets below. Most of the Matoran residents of the city had not heard about Matoro yet, only that their world was not going to end, after all. They were rejoicing. Nuju felt even more detached from them than usual, for in his Knowledge Tower there would be no celebration. There would be only memories of a good translator, an honest Matoran, and—Nuju finally admitted—a lost friend.

-BIONICLE Ignition, Death of a hero.

Old Matoro and Nuju fanart I made around three years ago and the first fanart I made in this style. It will never stop hurting 💔

#bionicle #bionicle fanart #fanart #Nuju #matoro #Bionicle ignition #Ko Metru #digital art #Why did Greg have to keep reminding us about Matoro's death?#I mean during que celebration in the Coliseum after awaking Mata Nui we keep reading things like 'the survivors members of the Toa Mahri'#Or things like 'Their team looked so incomplete without Toa Matoro.'#We KNOW he's gone #Stop reminding it to us :'(

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irradiated-imp · 7 months

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Forgot to post this last night

Kinloka Rodent-like Rahi with insatiable appetites. Large herds of them travel across Okoto Nui, stalking farm lands to swarm and consume the crops when they aren't hunting other rahi.

Thankfully, Kinloka are unlikely to fight something that decides to attack them, and are more likely to run, so any farmer who has a couple Sentinel Hounds or similarly domesticated Rahi such as Ussal or Nui Crabs, has little worry about.

#bionicle #bionicle moc #lego #lego moc #okoto nui #toa #Kinloka

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crystaltoa · 1 month

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If I may ask. Your headcanons what kind of food and dishes the turaga like best? (Remembered the post discussing and being silly about the turaga realizing that they and the matoran have to eat food on Mata Nui. It was probably also an adventure when they figured out how to prepare it to make it taste better / able to be eaten at all.)

Hmm...

A lot of this depends on whether you assume Matoran's nutritional needs are at all similar to humans, or quite different, or whether they consume food for energy and nothing else. I'm kind of going with the latter but assuming they still can taste their food.

I've kind of made it a bit about the villages in general since what the Matoran have access to is going to influence what the Turaga eats and vice versa, hope that's okay.

Some general notes first:

Crops and orchards do not appear to be a thing on the island of Mata Nui. Each village has a single Vuata Maca tree, and some villages also had access to Bula berries, both of which are high energy fruits. Other foraged fruit and vegetables are on the menu, but grain-based foods are likely out.

Some of the foods I mention here would typically be made with a flour in our world. but since grains aren't really a thing, you can imagine it would be made from something like ground up nuts, tubers, or maybe even something like tree bark.

That said, despite not exactly farming the land, the Matoran on the island did try to maintain the health of the "natural" environment, for example, volcanic soil from the lava farms was used to improve the health of Le-Wahi's forests.

Two real life plants with edible parts are confirmed to be found on the island: Bamboo, which has edible shoots, and the harakeke, which has nectar used for flavouring. I'm also going to include seaweed in this category.

Matoran don't seem to eat meat apart from fish. In fact, the Skakdi mostly eat meat just to intimidate people from other cultures and they don't require it from a nutritional standpoint. Kualus was also alarmed and disgusted by the existence of predatory bird Rahi, so... Matoran seem to have a different view of what is or is not food than most human cultures. If you want to give them a bit more variety, perhaps there are shellfish, molluscs, or arthropods that they might also eat.

Terms that originate in cooking (baked, boiled, friedetc) are often thrown around in other contexts, but it implies that Matoran are familiar with them as cooking practices

Ga-Koro: Fish is going to be a big part of the diet. Nokama may have developed a taste and skill for hunting them as a Toa Hordika. I doubt that food poisoning is an issue for Matoran given how energy absorbtion works for them, so fish doesn't technically need to be cooked. However, cooking them for improved flavour or texture may have developed over time, though Nokama herself still prefers sashimi. I imagine Ga-Matoran have also experimented with sauces and marinades (including the harakeke nectar), and have derived a number of spices from aquatic and waterside plants. In the absence of refrigerators, they have probably developed a number of preservation techniques (pickling, drying, etc) that are largely used for trading fish to other villages, especially during spring-summer when the fish spoils more quickly (they may not get food poisoning but nobody wants fish that smells and tastes rotten!).

Ta-Koro: I headcanon that Vakama loves spicy food, and prefers meals that most people would consider slightly overcooked. Ta-Matoran in general probably like stews, curries and soups as well, even in summer, as they love the heat and aren't bothered by having a cooking pot going all day in their hut. I think they would also have invented various types of tea, some of which may have slight medicinal properties.

Po-Koro: Pie is mentioned in MNOG in Po-Koro, so I'm going to take that as canon. These could be made with fruit, root vegetables, or even fish when they can get it. I also think Po-Matoran, and especially Onewa, like a lot of salt on their food (interpret that any way you want) Maybe they even add other ground up minerals for flavour as well in lieu of herbs and spices. I think it's fair to say Onewa's favourite pie recipe wouldn't be considered tasty or edible by human standards.

Onu-Koro: Headcanon territory here, but I'm going to make this the one exception to the no farming rule. I like to think they grow a lot of root vegetables on the surface but mostly harvest them from below the ground, meaning the plants are almost never uprooted for harvesting, and some of the tuber root systems grow absolutely enormous. Cooking below ground has the obvious problem of smoke, which could be dangerous without good ventilation, so I like to think that quite often high-power heatstones are used to fry, boil and perhaps bake their food instead. Like Ta-Koro, they like their stews and curries all year round since the underground village is less vulnerable to the summer heat. I also think of the Turaga, Whenua is one of the most adventurous in terms of figuring out what is and is not edible. Some varieties of organic beetle grubs have made it into the Onu-Matoran diet as a result, though most of his culinary experiments don't really catch on. He does not trust mushrooms, and refuses to say why.

Le-Koro: Fruit is the big one here, with a lot of foraged fruit, berries and nuts making up a large part of the diet. Being the most energetic of the island's Matoran, most Le-Matoran love sugar, and anything they can use to make food sweeter is highly sought after. Marinating fruit in nectar, honey or juice is common. They even sweeten traditionally savoury foods like fish. If sugarcane exists on the island, they would be coating absolutely everything in raw sugar. Matau, while not as adventurous as Whenua, has tried a few interesting food experiments in his time, though most meals he eats are a fruit or berry salad with some kind of sweet flavour enhancer. He will not comment on the mushrooms.

Ko-Koro: Ko-Matoran tend to eat a lot less than other Matoran as their lifestyle is all about conserving their energy for things that really matter. Many of them live off the odd Vuata Maca fruit from the village's tree and don't feel the need for anything more exciting. A lot of their other food comes from trade, and they keep the traded goods in large storehouses as Ko-Koro often becomes inaccessible to other villages for weeks at a time in the winter. Cooking is not terribly popular, but smoked fish and marinated fruit obtained from other villages are well liked by many Ko-Matoran. Traders visiting Ko-Koro often have the problem of their wares, such as fruit juices, freezing solid during the trek up the mountain. Turns out many Ko-Matoran like their food frozen, however, so vessels similar to popsicle molds are used by some traders to take advantage of this. Nuju is a little different and has been known to try things that the local bird rahi recommend and bring him. So far the seeds are his favourite, and the fish was okay, but it was a hard pass on the mice and the worms.

#bionicle #turaga metru #vakama #onewa #nokama #whenua #nuju #matau

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thakurjisworld · 3 months

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MAULANA KI BIWI SHIV BHAKT SE CHUDI PART-5

Namaste dosto me app sab ka Shiv Bhakt AKSHAY THAKUR ( THAKURJI ) age ki kahani leke aya hu. Is series ke pehle part please pehle padhe taki aap kahani samaj sake. Aap sabhi ke kai messages aur mails ki waja se me age ka part likh raha hu muje yakin hai aapko pasand ayega.

Jaise ke apne padha Gandu Maulana ki Alima beti ko uske ammi abbu ke samne chod ke uski seal todi to dusre din Zareen ko bhukhar aya tha aur uski tabyet bohot kharab ho gayi thi.

Zareen ne bimar halat me ammi se pucha usne aisa kyu kiya. Tabhi maulana aur Heena ne use wo raaj bola jo me bhi nahi janta tha. Asal me Zareen ki shadi Maulana ne zareen ke bachpan me apne ek dost ke bete se tey ki thi. Par wo ladka gandu nikla aur madrassa me do baar kisi se apni gand marwate hue pakda gaya tha. Un dono ne shadi todne ki koshish ki par uska maulana ka dost nahi mana.

Maulana ko uske dost ne dhamki de di agar nikah na karwaya to pure awam me uski badnami karega aur uski beti se koi shadi nahi karega. Heena ne tabhi Maulana ko samjaya agar zareen ka us gandu se Nikah karwane wale ho to usse pehle use ek asli mard ka sukh to milne do. Aur isliye wo dono Zareen ko mujse chudwane ko tayar ho gaye. Isliye jab mene kaha muje zareen ko chodna hai to unka kaam asan ho gaya.

Zareen ye saab janne ke baad samaj gayi uske ammi abbu uski khushi ke liye ye sabh kar rahe hai na ke apne hawas ke liye. Maulana aur Heena ne milke Nikah ke liye ek saal ka wakt mang liya tha. Abhi me jaan gaya tha mere paas ek saal hai zareen ke khubsurat badan ka luft uthane ko.

Fir mene maulana se kaha me usi ke ghar me rahuga aur logon ko kehna paise ki jarurat ke karan muje paying guest rakha hai. Aur do din me apna sara saman shift kar diya.

Abhi zareen ka bukhar bhi utra tha. To Zareen ki tabyet thik hote hi use chudne ki chah hone lagi aur wo muje rijane lagi. Uski maa ne kafi adaye sikha rakhi thi. Par me usse duri rakhi taki uski pyas aur badhe.

Abhi Maulana ke ghar me mera raaj tha. Mera saman rakha to guest room me tha par me sota maulana ke bistar pe uski biwi Heena ke sath. Doctor ne uski chut marne se mana kiya tha par fir bhi wo apne gand aur muuh se mera land shant karti thi.

Zareen ke puchne pe Heena ne use bataya kaise mene use choda aur kaise wo mere land ki diwani ho gayi aur abhi use bas chamdidar land hi chaiye apni pyas bujane ko.

Zareen ko bhi yakeen ho gaya tha ke use katwo se sukun nahi milne wala tha kyuki usne apni maa ko baki logon se chudte hue dekha tha aur wo chudai uski mere sath hui chudai ke samne kuch bhi nahi thi.

Jab me Zareen se dur raha to uski maa Heena mujse puchne lagi me aisa kyo kar raha hu kya muje Zareen acchi nahi lagi. To mene use bataya ye Kama Sutra ka shashtra hai use aur uttejit karne ke liye. Tumhare mard sirf janwaro jaise chodna jante hai par hum aurat ko acche se uttejit karke fir lalcha ke aur tarsa ke fir acche se chudai karke jannat dikhana jante hai. Heena bhi samaj gayi kyuki ye sab mene uske sath bhi kiya tha aur use waisa sukh kabhi nahi mila tha.

Fir me Zareen ko bahar ghumane le jane laga wo gharse to parda karke nikalti thi par bahar use sabhi modern kapdo me ghumata, movie dikhata aur clubbing bhi le jane laga. Zareen is ajadi se bohot khush thi aur maje le rahi thi. Me bhi uske badan ko acche se masalta aur chedta aur wo bohot garam hojati.

Kuch hi dino me Zareen chudai ke liye itni taras rahi thi jaise mujes bhik mangne lagi. Ab Zareen ki chudai se pehle maine use teen hafte tak garam karke rakha (edged). Aur fir uske bohot minnato ke baad mene use chudai ke liye ek shart rakhi. Use meri biwi banke saree me suhagraat manani hogi aur uske age gharme dono randiya waise hi kapdo me rahegi jo me boluga.

Zareen ke sath Heena bhi zat se tayar ho gayi. Unki chut me aag hi aisi bhadki thi. Aur fir shuru ho gayi Maulana ke Namaji gharme uske Alima beti ki saree me suhagraat ki tayari. Maulana ko ye bilkul pasand nahi aya par abhi uska apni aurto pe kuch bhi control nahi tha. Wo mere pass ake bas maal mar raha tha.

Maulana: Thakurji aap ne meri begum ko apni rakhel banaya me kuch nahi bola…mene use apse chudte hue dekh ke me samaj gaya tha aisi chudai hum nahi kar sakte …bohot si chije to haram hai hamare liye …par meri begum ki khushi ke liye me chup raha…sach kahu to uske kamsin badan ko apke hato me rongte hue aur laal hote hue dekhne me muje bhi maja ata hai…par meri sagi beti ko baksh do Thakurji….usko agar apke chudai ki lat lag gayi to hamare mardo se kabhi nahi chudegi.

Me: Aurat ko param sukh dena hum jante hai maulana ji…Heena bhi samajti hai us santushti ko…is liye use apni beti ko wo sukh dena hai jo shayad usko shadi ke baad na mile.

Maulana: mene uski shadi bade shareef aur acche ghar me tai ki hai Thakurji…muje nahi pata tha ladka gandu niklega…par abhi agar Zareen mani nahi to meri badnami hogi….ghar me jillat seh sakta hu me bahar meri badnami ho gayi to me kahi ka nahi rahuga.

Me: aap fikar mat karo is ghar ke bahar kisi ko kuch pata nahi chalne duga…hame chudai ka gyan Kama Sutra se mila hai par sath hi aurto ki ijjat rakhne bhi hum jante hai.

Maulana meri bato se khush ho ke khud apne beti ki ek kafir se chudai ki tayari karne laga. Bahar ja ke bistar sajan ke liye phol le aya aur apna kamra mere liye sajaya usne.

Raat me dono maa beti ekdum deep cut blouse aur patli si saree me tayar ho ke ayi. Dono ke stan adhe se jyada bahar dikh rahe the un kase hue blouse me aur saree itni patli thi ke unki nabhi bhi saree ke ander dikh rahi thi. Maulana bhi dekh ke uchal pada. uski nakabi biwi aur alima beti ek din me saree ka bandobast karke ekdum acche se pehen na bhi seek gayi aur itne acche se tayar ho ke ayi (uska raaj me baad me batauga).

Dono mere paas aayi aur mere pairo pe apna sar rakhke boli “apki dasiyo ko ashirwad do”.

Fir mene dono ko utha ke apne baho me bhar liya aur Zareen ko chumne laga.

Maulana ne bola tum apne badan ko napak karne se pehle Namaz padh lo to wo dono mujse permission mangne lagi mene ha me sar hilaya aur ja ke sofe pe baith gaya. Ab mere samne bhare hue badan ki 40 saal ki namazi Heena jiske pet me mera baccha tha aur uski kase hue badan sudol stan wali beti Alima Zareen dono revealing saree me namaz pad rahi thi. Dono sajde me jane ke baad pallu niche gira to unka ubhare hue stan muje uttejit lag rahe the. Wo dono bhi apne aap ko dhakne ki koshish bhi nahi kar rahi thi.

Me apna kurta utar ke sirf dhoti me baitha tha aur mere samne do muslima saree pehen ke namaj padh rahi thi. Akhri dua mangne ke baad Heena ko laga use mera uncut land milega jaise use har din milta hai par aaj ki baat alag thi.

Heena fir Zareen ko ander apne kamre me le gayi jo Maulana ne sajaya tha aur hame kuch der baad ane ke liye kaha. Me aur maulana tabtak bahar ja ke maal maar rahe the jisse aur josh badta hai.

Jub Heena ne bulaya to me kamre me gaya phulo se saje bistar pe Zareen ghungat odh ke baithi thi. Pure kamre me dhuup aur phulo ki khushbu mehek raha tha. Heena ne mere hath me ek kale aur sone ke moti se bana har diya jime alla ka pendent tha aur boli ‘Mangalsutra nahi de sakti aap ise hi mangalasutra samaj ke pehna do aur bana lo zareen ko apni biwi’.

Me wo leke heena ke sath bistar ki taraf jane laga.Heena ke bhare hue stan me blouse ke upar se masalne laga.

Heena :ssshssss hai allaaa…

Me: in kapdo me asali randi lag rahi ho.

Heena: apki randi hi hu Thakurji…ssshs aaah

Fir me Zareen ke baju me baith ke apni do ungliya

Heena ki juban me dali aur wahi gili ungliya fir Zareen ke blouse me dali aur stan masalne laga

Me: mare hato se mangalsutra pehenna hai tuje?

Zareen: ji malik

Me: par me tuje apni biwi nahi randi banana chahta hu apne rakhel banana chahta hu.

Zareen: aap jo chahiye banaiye malik …me to bas apse chudne ko taras rahi hu…me apki randi ..apki rakhel aur apki dasi bhi banne ko tayar hu. Ye to bas apki nishani hogi mere badan pe.

Me uske stan acche se masal raha tha wo bhi siskiya le rahi thi. Zareen ke stan bhi uske maa jaise bhare hue the utne mote nahi par 36 ke stan bohot kase hue the masalne ko bhi takad lagani pad rahi thi aur aise kase hue stan hath me ajai to masle to joro se jate hai.

Me: meri randi banne ke liye tuje aise hi rehna hoga har wakt mere sath hamare paramparik libaj me aur mera har hukum manna hoga karegi?

Zareen: ssshaaaaa Thakurji aap kahe to sabke samne aise hi rahugi….aahaaaa ….ab nahi seh sakti muje aap le lijiye ….aahaa apki rakhel boliye ya dasi …aahaaa bas chod dijiye.

Ye bol ke wo mujse lipat gayi aur me uske stan joro se masalne laga Zareen joro se ahe bharne lagi. Heena baju me baith ke Zareen ki pit sehla rahi thi aur use shant kar rahi thi. Ek maa apne beti ki khushiyo ke liye kis had tak ja sakti hai aur uska nakara pati darwaje se dekh raha tha nashe me dhust ho ke.

Me abhi bistar pe khada ho gaya. Zareen ke samne abhi me sirf dhoti me khada tha aur usme mera khada land saaf dikh raha tha. Me ghungat me Zareen ke chehre pe uttejna dekh raha tha abhi muje pata tha ye puri tarah mere kabu me hai. Zareen ne mera land pe apne hath rakh diye aur mene uske hath pakad liye.

Me: agar tuje ye chamdidar land chahiye to tuje meri rakhel banke chudna hoga me jab man marji tuje chod sakta hu yaha tak teri ammi jaise namaj padte wakt bhi kabul hai?

Zareen: Ji Thakurji kabul hai

Me: tu mere hisab se rahegi aaj se ….me jo kahuga wo pehnegi aur karegi …tera jisam pe meri hukumat hogi

Zareen: kabul hai!!

Me: is chamdidar land se nikli har chij tuje apnani hogi mera maal ho ya mera muth tuje apne jisam pe lena hoga…aur chudai ke baad isi land ke mut se tuje nehlaya jaiga…tujpe thuka jaiga uski adat lagani hogi

Heena: yaah allah Thakurji ye kya keh rahe ho aap ..meri phool jaisi beti hai koi randi nahi

Zareen: kabul hai …kabul hai kabul hai Thakurji

Zareen ke hath mene ajad kar diye to pyasi chinal dhoti se mera land nikal ke chatne lagi aur chusne lagi.

Me : dekh teri phool jaisi bacchi kaise ek kuttiya jaise mera land chat rahi hai.

Heena: apke chamdidar land ke liye uski ammi kutiya bani hai to wo to banegi hi

Tabtak Zareen ne mera pura land apne muuh me bhar liye. Wo najara gajab ka tha pehle kattar bani firti alima saree ke ghungat me ek chamdidar uncut land bade chav se chus rahi thi wo bhi apne maulana baap ke bistar pe.

Mene Heena se to Mangalsutra liya aur Zareen ke gale me bandh diya…fir mene uska muuh puri tarah apne land pe dabaya

Me : abhi meri dasi ko ashirwad duga use pura nigalna hai.

Zareen ne akho se hi manjuri di aur fir mene dheere se mutna suru kiya. Zareen ekdum shant ho ke mera pishab pine lagi. Muslima jab koi baat ko kabul karti hai fir use puri siddat se nibhati hai ye me janta tha. Zareen koi nakhre kiye bagair mera sara pishab pi gayi yski akho me asu najar are the par kuch boli nahi. Muslima bohot submissive hoti hai apne malik ko kabhi naraj nahi karti.

Mera hone ke baad mene Zareen ko roka aur apna land bahar nikala. Fir Zareen ka ghungat utha ke picha kar diya. Wo bohot pyasi nigaho se muje dekh rahi thi.

Fir me niche baith ke uske gale ko chuma aur stan masalne laga. Zareen bekabu ho rahi thi aur muje apne upar khuch rahi thi. Foreplay se aurat aur jyada uttejit hoti hai ye to hame Kaamsutra se pata hai.

Fir me uske stan muuh me bharke une noch ke chusne laga. Zareen chatpatane lagi aur aaahe bharne lagi. Use dekh ke Heena ko bhi taras ane laga aur wo khud apni chut sehlate hue muje zareen ko chodne ki minnate karne lagi.

Me ek ek karke uske stan chus raha tha kaat raha tha aur noch raha tha uske sath hi dhire dhire saree kholne laga aur Alima Zareen ka gora musalmani badan Saree se bahar ane laga.

Jab zareen puri tarh nangi ho gayi tab tak uski chut se pani behne laga tha. Puri chut gili ho gayi thi aur uske stan laal.

Fir me uske upar chada aur apna chamdidar land uski behat gili chut pe rakha aur ragadne laga.

Zareen: aaahhaaa Thakurji …mere malik aur mat tadphao …pel do apki iss randi ko…

Me: pichli baar ek pakija muslima banke ayi thi aaj ek saree me saji randi banke ayi hai kaisa laga tuje zareen.

Zareen: ek asal Hindu mard ki randi hone ka ehsas hua Thakurji….sssssshh…apke chamdidar land ke liye ye mulli har din un kadpo me rahegi …bas aap meri chudai karke is mulli chut ko shant kijiye

Me: shabash randi abhi se har raat teri ye mulli chut shant hogi….jaise tere ammi ki hoti hai…subha sham…namaj ke wakt aur Quran padte wakt bhi

Ye bol ke mene apna chamdidar land pel diya uski chut me sath hi uske stan apne muuh me me buar diye aur katne laga..

Zareen: yaaahhaaa aaaalllaahhhhhh….aahaaaa mar gayi Thakurji….aram se aaahhhaaaa…

Me use jordar pelna suru kiya aur uski sikiya abhi chillane me badal gayi thi …Heena ne apna blouse kholke uske muuh ke apna stan thus diya taki jyada awaj na kare.

Heena: thakurji namaj ke wakt tak thik tha …aap Quran bhi napak karoge meri bacchi se.

Me Zareen ko chodte hue Heena ki balo me hath daal ke use chuma aur dhire se bola.

Me: tum sabhi ko isi le giraf me rakh ke pyasa rakha gaya hai itne salo se ….abhi ajadi mili he to khul ke chudai ka sukh lele randi….bich me mat pad

Zareen abhi thoda shant ho gayi thi me bhi aram se aur lambe dhalke mar raha tha. Heena sar zuka ke apni beti ko sehla rahi thi aur saree ke upar se chut bhi.

Zareen: ammi aahaaaa…Thakurji sahi keh rahi hai…aahaa…ssshh aisi chidai hamare katwe nahi kar sakte …aur upar se Quran ka havala de ke hame parde me bandh ke rakhte hai….ssshhh

Thakurji aaap jaise chaho pelo apki iss alima Zareen randi ko…muje apki gulami bhi kabul hai…aaah haiiiii

Aur me jor jor se pelne laga firse…aur Zareen tilmila gayi…par pichli baar se kafi kaam. Uski chut mere land ko nichod rahi thi…us makhmali chut ko chodne me maja hi alag tha. Upar se uski ma Heena Saree me apne blouse kholke apne bhare hie gore badan ki numaish kar rahi thi.

Mene Zareen ko palta ke ghodi bana diya aur Heena ko saree upar karke apni chut Zareen ke samne rakhne boli.

Dono mulli randiya mere har hukum ka palan ek acchi dasi jaise kar rahe the. Aur fir me puche se Zareen ki chudai kar raha tha aur Zareen apne ammi ki chit chat rahi thi.

Heena:aaahaa baccha tu hui Thakurji jaise chusna sikh gayi …haaiiii

Zareen: aaha ammi is chut se me ayi aur isse mere yaar ka baccha bhi ane wala hai…aaaha

Zareen ko jor jor se pelna suru kiya …to usne apna muuh apni ammi ki chut me sata diya Heena bhi apni bacchi ka sar apne chut me daba rahi thi.

Heena: Thakurji aram se karo…meri bacchi kahi firse bimar na pad jaye.

Me: abhi ye kali se phool bani hai meri randi…abhi ye khud kud kud ke chudwaigi

Mere samne ka najara muje aur uttejit mar raha tha. Bhare hue gore badan ki muslima saree me adhi nangi ho me mere samne leti thi aur uski alima beti Zareen uski chut chatte hue mujse chud rahi thi.

Me apne aap ka control na kar paya aur Zareen ke stan pakad ke use janwaro jaise pelne laga. Zareen chatpatane ki koshish kar rahi thi..par me ruka nahi. Zareen ki chut mere land pe aur jor se kasi aur kuch hi zatko me wo dheeli pad gayi…mene bhi uske baad Zareen ki chut me jordar pani ka phawara choda aur thak ke Heen ka baju me ja ke let gaya.

Zareen abhi apne sar meri jangho pe rakh ke mera land chat rahi thi. Wo puri tarah paseene se bhig gayi thi. Me bhi Heena ke stano pe apna sar rakh ke pada tha.

Heena: aah Thakurji aap sahi keh rahe ho…hamare katwe ye haram hai, wo haram hai bol ke hamar acche se chudai bhi nahi karte sirf janwaro jaise chad ke farig ho kate hai….hamare hone ka intajar bhi mahi karte…aur fir dusro se apni kamjori chupane ke liye …hame parde me kaid kar ke rakhte hai.

Zareen: Ha ammi… apne yaha bohot sari aurte isiliye chup chup ke kafir asal mardo ke paaas jati hai Chamdidar land se chudne ke liye.

Zareen ne fire apne moholle ke kai raaj bataye jo use hali me pata chale. Zareen ke kehne anusar unke moholle ki mulliya hindu chamdidar land ki diwani hai aur unki chudai se khush bhi hai.

Aisi baate karte karte mera chamdidar land jo Zareen chat rahi thi wo fir se tayar ho gaya aur fir mene Zareen ko apne land pe bitha ke uske ammi abbu ke bistar uski uchalte hue chudai ki aur hum teeno wahi thak ke so gaye.

Is din ke baad Zareen ki chudai ka silsila suru hua do baar wo petse ho gayi par abortion karwa diya. Heena jab 3 mahina petse hui tabse Doctor ne use bhi chodne kin permission de di aur fir dono mulliyo be milke is Hindu mard ko nichod liya.

Isliye kahani likhna mushkil ho gaya tha. Bohot logon ko ye kahani kalpanik kag rahi hai par ye ek sacchi ghatna pe adharit hai, bas apke manoranjan ke liye kuch mirch masala lagaya gaya hai taki padne me maja aye. Ke kisi ko koi details ya photo share nahi karuga please mangna band kar de.

Aap ke bohot sare mails ki waja se mene age ki kahani post ki hai aur agar aap chahte hai me agle parts likhu muje mail aur comments jaror bhejiye, jisse hume pata chale apko ruchi hai age ki kahani padhne me. Mera mail id hai [email protected]. App chahe to mujse google chats pe chat bhi kar sakte hai.

#majhabi #hindukidasi #interracial #muslimah #dirty talk #mulli #humiliation kink #submisivegirl #sexstory

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afanofmanyhats · 6 months

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The air was suffocatingly thick with despair. Lesovikk tightened his grip on the cliffside as he slowly shimmied across the stone. Below him a group of Manas rumbled as they swung fierce blows at each other. Whether it was a genuine fight to the death or simply a way to pass the time, Lesovikk couldn't tell. He simply thanked Mata Nui that his Faxon gave him the lizard-like camouflage and climbing ability to make it past them. The last time he had tried to infiltrate Karzahni had ended with several bruises and a crushed pauldron due to bad tactics on his part.

What else is new, he thought darkly. It wouldn't be the first time my plans got someone killed.

His foot caught onto a loose stone. His weight shifted, and he managed to grab a better foothold just as the shale fell down to the roiling mass of Rahi below. He held his breath as the rocks pattered against a monster's shell. It didn't bother to look up as a different Manas had just slammed a claw into its treads. Lesovikk let out his breath and continued, even more careful this time.

It was slow going. The mountains that ringed Karzahni were blackened from soot, and the ash-choked wind made it hard to breathe. At the same time he was chilled to the bone; no warmth would be found here. Yet he kept climbing, his mind burning as he made further progress into the domain of the damned.

When the Manas were beyond hearing, he finally lowered himself to the canyon floor. He sat for a moment and caught his breath. The air was colder, but clearer. The pain in his throat somehow revived him, and he soon stood back up.

I won't turn back this time. Sarda, Idris, Piruk- everyone, I won't leave without you.

He kept his camouflage, his armor blending into the rough grey and cold black of the rocks. He followed the canyon's passage until he finally saw an opening into a wider space. At the edges of the wall he spotted two figures on either side. He moved to duck out of sight until he realized they were too small to be Manas. Matoran, maybe?

He crept forward, cautious of any traps Karzahni or his minions may have set down. He detected nothing. As he drew closer, his caution turned to curiosity, then to confusion. They were statues. Rather than depicting guards, as he would have expected, they were Matoran. Bizarrely shaped, gangly Matoran, but Matoran all the same. They sat on rocks, one holding a pickaxe and the other a chisel. Their expressions seemed weary beyond all belief.

They must be a warning to what awaits the Matoran who come here. Toil without reward.

As he passed, Lesovikk got the uncanny feeling they were watching him.

Lesovikk felt his heartlight dim as he surveyed the land before him. The sky was black with soot, illuminated only by the red glows of flames scattered throughout the region. Far in the distance he could see a twisted black metal citadel. Smoke billowed from countless chimneys, and the light glowing from the windows made it seem like a many-eyed monster was staring back at him. A giant gate opened its maw, and he could see tiny figures scurrying in and out of it.

Closer to him, the land was dry with pale sand, only broken up by rock spires, more statues resembling the ones he had just encountered, and twisted plants that didn't seem living. Further away, a collection of huts haphazardly grouped together were centered on a gloomy lake. They were Matoran-sized.

Could it be...? They look like the huts back home!

His pulse rising, Lesovikk began to hurry. If his hunch was right, then his journey would soon be over. Maybe he would be able to start his redemption properly. Even if he couldn't bring his team back, surely he could rescue his Matoran from the bowels of this hell.

One of the statues suddenly jerked up. Lesovikk stumbled in surprise and drew his blade. He leveled it as the figure creaked its joints, its mask turning to face him.

Lesovikk felt his blood freeze.

"Turaga Vrikol?"

He could hardly believe what he was seeing. The Turaga's limbs were crooked and thin, their movements jagged from lack of muscles. His hands were curled in, weakly grasping at air. His purple armor was pitted and rusted. What was most horrifying to the Toa of Air were the dull black pits where his eyes and heartlight were supposed to be.

"You... what are you doing here?" Lesovikk felt anger replacing his horror. The last he had seen this corpse, Turaga Vrikol had been babbling about how all the Matoran under his guidance - under Lesovikk's protection - had been flawed. Had been lazy, wasting their time with music and talking. Lesovikk had left him alone to wallow in an empty village.

The Turaga's head jerked up at Lesovikk's words. Lesovikk swallowed his disgust. He had never seen a Mask of Undeath working before. He never wanted to see it again.

The Turaga's voice was a husky, flat whisper, grating from an empty throat like a dull dagger drawn from its sheath. It was miles away from the soothing rich tones Lesovikk had once loved and respected.

"Gone. Sent away... I sent them away. And they were gone..."

"The Matoran? I'm getting them out of here. Do you know where they are?"

"Gone... I was gone. I was lost. I was sent away to seek the lost... I was lost... I was gone..."

"Turaga!" Lesovikk snapped. "Don't waste my time. What time you have is borrowed as it is. Tell me where they are!"

"Gone... Lost... Sent away... Gone... Lost... Sent away... Gone. Lost. Sent away."

Turaga Vrikol's voice began to change. It grew louder and deeper with each repetition. Lesovikk wanted to walk away, but he felt rooted in place like one of the statues. The Turaga began slowly stepping towards him, the pick that had once been his badge of office trailing in the sand behind him.

"Gone. Lost. Sent away. Gone! Lost! Sent away! Gone! Lost! Sent away! GONE! LOST! SENT AWAY!"

Vrikol's broken hand grabbed Lesovikk's arm as the sightless eyes turned up. Lesovikk saw a flare of green light in them as the Turaga screeched, "THEY'RE GONE! THEY'RE LOST TO ME! I CAN'T SEND THEM BACK!"

The words echoed into the cavernous valley. The flash faded from Vrikol's eyes and heartlight. The pick fell from his hand, and with a long, guttural sigh, the Turaga rolled onto his back.

Lesovikk stood there for a long while, dread gripping him in a vice.

Did he come here looking for them? Did... did he mean they're gone from here, or gone like he was? What did Karzahni do to my people?

He looked back at the citadel. Somehow he knew he would find no answers there. He looked back at the Turaga's body only to startle. There was a grey pallor creeping over the armor. The same shade of grey as the statues.

Those aren't statues.

Lesovikk choked back a scream. He took the pick and placed it into the Turaga's hand. He wouldn't be coming back here. There was nothing here for the Toa. He certainly wouldn't find the Matoran in these statues. But if there was a chance they were elsewhere in the universe, he would scour every last island for them.

We've failed you, my friends. But I won't stop searching.

He turned back to the canyon and walked away.

Behind him, Turaga Vrikol's eyes turned grey.

#a new hat for my collection #bionicle #bonkle #fanfic #short story #horror #Karzahni #Lesovikk

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bionicle-ramblings · 6 months

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Don't mind me, just:

Vakama: So what are you up to?

Matau: (while wearing some kind of cloth like a crop top, shapeshifted into a lizard rahi, and armed with an umbrella) I am the Lizard Queen!

(Matau opens the umbrella and the top flies off)

Vakama: (Starts laughing)

Matau: And I've just broken the umbrella! FABULOUS! (Tosses the handle and it lands on his wrist) Ow.

(Both Toa break in fits of laughter)

#bionicle #ramblings #vakama #matau #toa metru #incorrect quote #just imagine

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legend-as-old-as-time · 7 months

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Headcanon that the turaga realize that birdspeak - with its whistles and chirps - makes for a good communication path across long distances in places where sounds echo far.

All of them can understand it to a degree, but only Nuju (and maybe Whenua and / or Nokama) can speak it fluently. They create their own language / code made of whistles derived from birdspeak.

Kualus feels like losing his mind when he keeps hearing whistling that clearly borrows from the language of bird rahi. But the grammar is all wrong, the pitches don't land right, and it's much too loud!

Nuju is quietly laughing at him.

#nuju #kualus #bionicle #bionicle headcanon #toa metru sibling headcanons #toa / turaga metru

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toacody · 3 months

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Lava ape

The only drum it will be playing is your head.

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Creator: FeroxJ

#lego #bionicle #animal #animal shape #rahi #land #land rahi #mammal #mammalia #primate #ape #great ape #voya nui #2006 #voya nui online game #video game #matoran universe #video game characters

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verses-n-moon · 2 months

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"Ghar" is such a beautiful term. Like how randomly we say "Ghar ja rahy hain" "Ghar par hyn" "ye Ghar hai mera.." So beautiful and so calming. Just a piece of land, doesn't matter how fancy or simple, but we're all emotionally attached to it.

#aesthetic #writing #writers on tumblr #tumblrstuff #vintage #poets on tumblr #tumblrpost #quotes #urdu quotes #urduposts #art #poems and poetry #urdu aesthetic #aesthete #ho

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catsafari25 · 4 months

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A/N: Hello again, and with this I think (?) I may have succeeded in writing enough bionicle fic to get it out of my system (unless another plot bunny hits me like a cannonball, but... eh, we'll see) and thus, here is the companion piece to the Vakama & Roodaka oneshot.

This time, exploring the scene where Vakama entered the Great Temple, from his side of things! This was also partially inspired by the scene in Challenge of the Hordika where Nokama is almost physically repulsed in trying to enter the Great Temple :)

In the tunnels beneath the temple, Vakama must stoop.

At first he shuffles, mutated arm tucked against him and his sole hand brushing only briefly along the floor to steady himself, but the passages are dark and deep and lined with creatures which seek out the weak. The eyes that watch him are not hungry. They keep their bellies too full for that.

In the end, it is easier quicker to drop to all fours, to share the weight between claw and tool that feet alone cannot. His altered form folds into the new stance with frightening familiarity. It's comfortable.

Natural.

The crown of his mask grazes the tunnel's ceiling, but only in passing. His gait is sure. Well. Surer than the ungainly slouch it had been before.

It was said – back when Matoran were awake to say such things – that even the strongest swimmers of Ga-Metru would hesitate before plunging into the depths of the protodermis sea. Not because the creatures there had any fondness for the taste of Matoran. In truth, it was thought that the rahi actively disliked the flavour. No, it was because the way Matoran swam was indistinguishable from the rahi's usual prey. Only when they had sunk tooth and jaw into their meal would they realise their mistake.

It was an annoying, if harmless mistake for the rahi.

Matoran couldn't say the same.

Vakama's early crawl through the passage had been like that of a Matoran swimmer: functional, but slow and indiscernible from wounded prey. Creatures drag themselves down into these depths to die, in hopes that they will be devoured only when they are too far gone to feel it. The eyes are patient. They will wait to see if this newcomer is similarly inclined.

And so when Vakama drops to his haunches, the eyes blink. Reassess. He moves less like the hunted and more like the hunter now, more predator than prey, and the eyes – and teeth – keep their distance after that.

The path Vakama stalks through was once a protodermis pipe, made obsolete even before the cataclysm. Newer conduits had been built, more efficient, more resilient, and this one had been disconnected but never dismantled. When he reaches its origin, it takes some effort – and his blazer claw – to break the seal across the hatchway, but when he does, one of the temple's protodermis purification chambers looms above him.

The room beyond is quiet.

Unmarked.

He doesn't realise he's stopped until the chittering of his audience draws closer. The snarl he throws back echoes off the pipe's walls, and the eyes retreat, but do not leave.

Vakama curls his hand around the lip of the hatch, and then falters.

Something is wrong.

It's not a pain, because the feeling does not hurt as it ought, but something is undeniably, fundamentally wrong. It causes his breath to catch, his hand to flinch, and it would be so easy, so easy, to turn and walk away, only...

Only he came here for a reason.

The wrongness flares, amplified for a moment, and then he pulls himself up. The eyes watch, but do not follow. Do they feel it too? Can even such base creatures sense the innate malice the temple exudes?

He clambers out of the purification chamber – empty and abandoned now – and stumbles upon his landing. He catches himself, but does not rise back to his feet.

Wrong.

This is wrong.

And at the edge of the wrongness there is a strange sort of terror. It dreads the same way the fire fears the sea, the same way the prey fears the predator; it is the meeting of two primally antithetical forces where only one can survive. It whispers turn back through his mind.

He moves into the next room.

It's one he knows well. Light filters down from the rot-stained windows, centering – as it had the day he'd first seen it – on the suva, and casting long sentinel shadows of the columns standing to attention around it. A crack mars the suva, its stone dome now split cleanly in two from the quakes, and – drawn by some desire he cannot identify (instinct, curiosity... nostalgia?) – he approaches.

It seems so small now. Even bowed and altered in his Hordika form, he looms over the Ta-Metru symbol he'd once had to stretch to reach.

Unbidden, his hand moves to the niche where once he'd placed a Toa Stone – where once he had though himself chosen, duty-bound, destiny-gifted – and falters a breath from the stone.

The wrongness spikes.

Screams.

And with a twist of something he will not call horror, he understands it is not originating from himself.

But from the temple.

It is repulsion. It's alienation. It's recognising him, but as other, as rahi.

It's disgust that a monster would dare enter its sanctuary.

In the Ta-Metru carving, stone once polished to the point of fragmented reflection, he sees a glimmer of his own face. Neither Toa nor Matoran. Nothing blessed by Mata Nui.

Vakama recoils.

And then a wave of his own disgust, propelled by that fury that runs so close to the surface now, rolls through him. If you didn't want us as the Toa, you should've stopped Makuta from choosing us, he thinks, and digs his claws into the stonework.

The wrongness sings.

But he knows it for what it is now, and his morphed, clawed hand gorges scars through the carving. The stone is soft. Its makers had never imagined someone would take a blade to it.

There comes a tapping from across the room, echoing brazenly off the ancient stone walls, and Vakama retreats instinctively into the shadows. A Rahaga enters.

Norik?

No, this Rahaga's armour is more akin to a Po-Matoran than a Ta-Matoran's, the colour of dust and stone. Vakama tries to recall the Rahaga's name – and then dismisses the attempt.

It won't matter, in the end.

The Rahaga walks as he always has, stooped and slow, but clearly unhindered by the temple. He passes by the suva and runs one gnarled hand across the stonework, his movements marred by curiosity rather than reverence.

The rage arrives a fully-formed creation. It drowns out the wrongness, floods the apprehension, and he is moving before he's decided that this is the path he wants.

It is not pain, for it does not hurt as it ought.

But it does still hurt.

Whatever the Rahaga might once have been, they are old and weak now. Four are captured before Vakama's rage has a chance to cool, but the ire is no less dangerous when it does.

(That's the thing about Ta-Metru; it's not a place of fire so much as it is of magma. And magma doesn't extinguish with the cold; it sets. It moors itself into place, an unmovable, burning force.)

The rage settles, solidifies around his heart and lungs and carves a home between his breaths.

(Magma is not fire. It does not leap blindly from one source to the next. Instead it advances. Slowly. Steadily. It finds a channel, a destination, and it engulfs all in its path until it reaches it.)

He finds the last two remaining Rahaga, pathetically ignorant to their brothers' fates and still scavenging the temple for answers. He hears the way Norik appraises his sister's translation, relief clear in his voice that they are one step further on this wild rahi chase. Relief, surely, that the Rahaga are one step closer to regaining their Toa form.

(And Vakama's anger has found its destination.)

He does not descend on the Rahaga's leader the way he has the others. No. Norik will know what's coming for him first. He gets to fear. Vakama waits until Gaaki has gone, until Norik is alone, and then he circles. The wrongness thrums in his veins, weighing him down and labouring his breaths. It doesn't matter. Let Norik hear his approach.

Norik doesn't try to run. Vakama will give him that much. (A wise choice. Vakama intends for this encounter to last, but if Norik runs, Vakama cannot be sure he won't chase.) Instead, the malformed once-Toa calls out and actually tries to approach him. Stupid. Doesn't he know that he won't win any fight, transformed as he is? As both of them are? No, instead, he tries to talk. As if they are equals, as if Norik has done anything to deserve his respect rather than his scorn. As if he has earned the temple's forgiveness for his trespassing.

Even when Vakama raises the fate of Norik's fellow Rahaga, Norik attempts to sway him with the illusion of reason, talking of duty and unity, as if he's not using the other Toa Hordika to chase after a rahi myth for his own desires. As if their roles are in any way comparable, both Toa of Fire once, both leaders, it's true, but Vakama hasn't forgone his duty to chase after selfish needs.

And it stops now.

Vakama circles closer, and Norik is still talking, unease in his voice, but not fear. Still searching for the right words to turn Vakama to his bidding as he has the other Toa Hordika. Ever the voice of two-faced logic.

Why won't he just shut up?

Does Norik think him to be as gullible as the others? As quick to desert his duty as them?

And Vakama knows he wants – needs – to shake that assurance, that arrogance out of Norik. Needs to see that facade of self-righteous wisdom crumble into the terror of his situation.

The growl begins deep in his chest and, unleashed, it becomes a roar. He rears out of the darkness, into the weak sphere of light surrounding Norik – and there, there he finally sees true fear fill the old fool's eyes.

Something slams into Vakama and he reels, his roar cut short. His hand reaches automatically, defensively, to his mask. He finds only water there. It clings to him, imbued with some sort of power – he can feel something other in it – but otherwise impotent.

"Leave my brother alone," Gaaki snarls. She stands in the doorway, small and hopelessly overpowered, but her shoulders are tensed with a stubborness Vakama recognises. Already, her spinner is powering up for another shot.

Well. Two can play at that game.

Vakama's rhotuka fires into motion, but the water has seeped into the mechanism, and dowses the fire before it has a chance to catch. He gives it a withering look, before turning the expression onto Gaaki. "Very clever."

Another water spinner hits him, but this time he is braced for it and all it does is wash harmlessly off him.

"Is that all you have?" he asks. His blazer claw splutters, but the claws on his hand flex. After all, there's more than one way to defang a muaka...

Gaaki steps back. Good. She knows she's outmatched. "It's a devastating attack underwater," she offers, and her words are strong but there is a cracked edge to them.

"Then you'd better start finding a puddle," Vakama growls, "before my claws find you," and he drops into a run, feet pounding and fangs bared and that ever-present wrongness humming about him.

She doesn't flee. Just like Norik, she stands her ground, gnarled fingers wrapped tight around her staff. Her eyes are hard, but he sees the way her hands shake.

How long will her resolve last, Vakama wonders. Before or after the claws find their mark?

He never finds out.

He's knocked off his feet before he reaches her, and when he hits the ground, ropes of energy pin him to the earth, like a water-bound rahi caught in a net.

What–

Norik.

He'd forgotten Norik.

He thrashes against the restraints, but they hold strong – for now. His blazer claw splutters again, but it does nothing to the energy that binds him.

He stills as he hears footsteps approach.

The two Rahaga hobble into his line of sight. Gaaki is breathing hard, as if only now is she allowing herself to feel the fear. "You left that late, Norik," she says, and even the breath that follows sounds more like a shaken wheeze than a nervous laugh. "Almost too late."

"I only had the one shot. I couldn't afford to miss," Norik replies. "He's got our brothers. Gaaki, go find–"

"I'm not leaving you alone with him," she retorts. "I only went for a moment before, and look what would have happened if I hadn't returned."

Vakama tilts his head as well as the energy net will allow. He grins at the Rahaga, anger curdling it into a sneer. "Yes, Gaaki, you're very good bait, congratulations." He shifts his gaze to Norik. "But you've always been so good at getting others to do your dirty work, haven't you, Norik?"

Norik doesn't even have the decency of guilt. Instead, he simply looks tired. "Whatever you think you know–"

"I know the truth! You don't care about the Matoran, you only care about yourselves!" He strains against the ropes, and although they do not break, there's a little more give in them than before. He slumps back to the ground, breathing hard. "You might have the other Toa fooled. You might even have the temple fooled, but not me," he growls, and the temple's hatred presses down on him, straining his last words.

Gaaki places a frail hand on her brother's arm. "Norik," she says, and there is such unbearable sorrow in her voice. "He looks in pain."

"It's not my doing," Norik assures her softly. "My snare spinner only binds."

Vakama snarls. "I don't need pity from the likes of you. I know what you are."

"We're allies, Vakama," Norik says, in that insufferably reasonable way of his. "Friends."

"You're frauds," Vakama snaps. He twists against his restraints. They slacken, just a touch. "Liars. You don't deserve to walk these floors."

And the Rahaga stand there, unburdened by the temple's hate, strangers to this land, to Metru Nui, and yet it is Vakama the temple repulses? After everything he has forgone, the life he's abandoned, the friendships he's lost, Mata Nui punishes him?

His rhotuka fires off a fire spinner, and it goes wide, cracks a wall. Norik and Gaaki stumble back, Norik preparing another snare shot, but the energy net holding Vakama snaps. Vakama lurches forward, suddenly free, and slams into Norik.

The snare spinner wraps itself around a column. It lights up the room with crackling energy.

A blast of water grazes past his shoulder, too shy of hitting Norik to commit to taking the easy shot, and Vakama reels towards Gaaki. He fires with a snarl, but hears the snare spinner coming again and ducks at the last moment.

Again his own attack misses and the shot cleaves clean through a wall. Something on the other side begins to smoulder.

Then it begins to rumble.

It's a low sound at first, as deep as the earth and just as vast. Almost like a distant growl. But then the cracks begin to spiral out across the roof, along the columns, and the room buckles.

The light flickers. The frames of the high windows above collapse.

The world becomes fragmented, filled with flickering images. Falling masonry and toppling pillars and dust – but the sounds never relent. Even in the depths of the passing darkness, the thunder continues.

And when the dust settles, so does an awful silence.

Vakama straightens, or does his best approximation of it. Fragments of cracked protodermis fall from his shoulders, his head, his back. He withdraws the hand which has somehow found itself raised above Gaaki, knocking aside the stone slab caught against his arm.

Where's Norik?

Both Hordika and Rahaga stand side by side, that quietness disturbed only by the skittering of stone shards settling. There is wrongness in his breath, his head, and it's impossible to separate where the temple's ends and his begins. But any moment now, Norik will reappear from the wreckage, bearing that ever-same holier-than-thou look, and the anger will rise anew in Vakama.

Any.

Moment.

Now.

"You've killed him," Gaaki says, and her voice breaks that terrible stillness. She draws in a half-breath that cracks into a sob. "You've... oh, Norik..."

No.

No, it was an accident. He hadn't meant to– Norik had simply been in the wrong place. It wasn't as if he'd taken a blazer claw to Norik, or hit him directly with a fire spinner. He'd only meant to... what? What had he only meant to do?

Something swings towards him and he grabs the staff before he even registers what it is.

"He's not dead," Vakama says, and maybe if he says it, he might even believe it. He snaps his gaze to Gaaki, as if her grief is bringing it to pass. "He's not. He's not as easy to kill as that. When the others– when the Toa find him, he'll be fine. Fools like him always find a way to survive."

Gaaki attempts to pull her staff free, but her strength is no match for Vakama's. He wretches it out of her grasp and tosses it aside.

"Stop that."

She doesn't listen to him, only steps back and charges up her rhotuka. The grief in her eyes fogs into hatred.

The water spinner hits him but does little more than rock him.

"Stop."

Gaaki screams, a sound of rage and anguish, and releases a volley of spinners as ineffectual as the first.

Vakama's patience – or whatever had held him in place until now – snaps. He lunges forward. His claws close around the joints of Gaaki's rhotuka and pins the mechanisms harmlessly into place, in the same manner one might pick up a baby ussal crab by the widest edge of its shell. She thrashes, but Vakama's grip holds.

"I said, stop," he snarls.

She's breathing hard, her gasps sharp-edged with agony. "You killed him," she says, voice hoarse and hateful.

His insides twist, and – Gaaki hauled by his side – he starts the ascent to where the rest of the Rahaga are trapped. He doesn't look back to the rubble. Doesn't glance for one last glimpse of Norik's resting place.

He's not dead. He's not dead he's not dead he's not

The wrongness, the hatred, has woven so deep into him, it's almost a part of him now.

Toa don't kill. Vakama can't remember who taught him that (he recalls, briefly, the flash of a gold mask, but it comes with pain – grief – and he pushes it aside before it can take root) but it gnaws at him like a trapped stone rat. Toa don't kill.

But he was never meant to be one.

And if the Great Temple – if Mata Nui – thinks a mistake was made in Vakama's destiny....

Well. That's somebody else's problem.

The Hordika that returns to Roodaka is different from the one she sent out. There's something new in his eyes... or perhaps something lost.

"How was the temple, Vakama?" she asks when it's just the two of them.

He looks to her. Beneath the anger, beneath the rahi, there's almost a haunted look to those eyes. It vanishes a moment later, but Roodaka never doubts her own eyes.

"Unwelcoming," he replies, and Roodaka smiles. She could have suggested Vakama pick the Rahaga off one by one in the chaos of Metru Nui, outside where her Visorak could have been an aid... but the temple had been too good an opportunity to miss.

"Good." She sets a hand on his shoulder. "You owe no loyalty to Mata Nui, Vakama. Not anymore."

He rolls his shoulder, but not sharp enough to dislodge Roodaka's hand.

"One thing I do not understand," she says. "What happened to the sixth Rahaga?"

The Toa growls. It is a gutteral sound, rooted deep in the chest and at home in a way it wasn't before. "You wanted a message left for the other Toa. I needed a messenger."

"Alive?"

Vakama shrugs his shoulder again, and this time she lets him roll her hand loose. "Does it matter, so long as they understand?" he growls.

No, Roodaka concedes as she surveys the remains of the Toa before her. She supposes not.

#bionicle #cat writes #lego bionicle #do i have a weakness for the hordika arc? you'll never know #(yes. look i was a well behaved 12year old kid who loved plots about characters going feral. i ate the hordika plotline up)#(and two decades later or there abouts i still have nostalgic fondness for it)#heya so how do we feel about vakama returning to the temple and finding it is repulsed by him?#a discovery that might not only confirm he wasnt chosen by mata nui but has been forsaken #and yeah this was the fic i technically titled 'damned'#but also casually thought of it as 'god called to let you know he hates you personally'#because that's definitely a normal thing to name a fic #also yes i like the idea that roodaka pushed vakama to enter the temple knowing he would feel abandoned by mata nui #and thus helps sever the 'destiny' part of the three virtues #i like the idea that just like matau had to invoke the three virtues to get vakama back #roodaka worked on severing vakamas ties to the three virtues to get him to turn his back on the others #and while she succeeded with unity and destiny #duty she could only derail or corrupt rather than sever entirely #and that (esp since duty is vakamas whole shtick) is why matau reminding him of his duty finally worked #i'll probably add this and the stasis tube au to ao3 in time #but for now it goes here

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Quick list of all (known) powers a Faxon user could access

In case you were wondering just how overpowered this mask actually is.

Land Rahi:

Artakha Bull - Incredible intelligence

Boggarak - Rhotuka that rapidly dehydrates a target, skating on water

Cable Crawler - Rhotuka that causes vertigo in an enemy

Crystal Serpent - Absorbing light to power a heat ray

Dermis Turtle - Having an impenetrable shell

Dikapi - High endurance and stamina

Doom Viper - Breathing highly toxic chemicals at prey

Energy Hound - Tracking targets

Fader Bull - Teleporting to safety

Frost Leech - Sucking all the heat out of prey

Furnace Salamander - Clinging to any surface

Gate Guardian - Being invisible and making a smaller decoy of itself

Ice Vernin - Rhotuka that makes the target vibrate real hard

Kahgarak - Rhotuka that opens a gate to the Field of Shadows

Mavrah’s Kavinika - Detecting Kanohi use

Keelerak - Rhotuka that acidicly melts anything

Keetongu - Producing any antidote

Kikanalo - Powerful sonic roar

Kinloka - Eating anything

Kraawa - Growing larger every time it gets hit

Kratana - Seeing the future and the past

Lava Rat - Can burst into flames

Mana Ko - Firing energy blasts

Nui-Jaga - Venom that causes blindness

Oohnorak - Rhotuka that causes numbness, voice mimicking

Roporak - Near perfect camouflage

Spine Slug - Feeding off of Skakdi battle rage

Suukorak - Rhotuka that makes an electric net around a target, perfect mimicry of a corpse

Vako - Incredible speed

Aerial Rahi:

Air Serpent - Acid spitting

Avokah - Being a beam of electricity

Fireflyer - Stinging someone so bad they feel like they’re on fire

Kanohi Dragon - Breathing fire, being resistant to cold

Klakk - Sonic beam that cures Shadow Leech effects

Lava Hawk - Total immunity to extreme heat

Phase Dragon - Turning intangible

Venom Flyer - Rhotuka that makes a target unable to fly

Underwater/Amphibious Rahi:

Cave Fish - Absorb Protodermis to become bigger

Hydruka - Firing solidified air bubbles

Makika - Poisonous skin

Sea Spider - Venom that shrinks prey

Underground Rahi:

Archive Beast - Shapeshifting

Blade Burrower - Digging, good sense of smell

Catapult Scorpion - Materializing balls of magma, eating Protodermis

Dagger Spider - Having a paralyzing venom

Fire Entity - Being made entirely of fire

Hoto - Giving off intense heat

Krahka - Shapeshifting

Tunneler - Turning into whatever you shoot at it

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STORY LURES KIDS TO NEW LEGO LINE\ THE TOYMAKER HOPES AN UNFOLDING STORY WILL LURE BOYS TO BIONICLE TOYS.

BY KRISSAH WILLIAMS The Washington Post Oct 28, 2001

Late last year, five Danish toy designers began to weave a tale of good and evil, creating the kind of heroes and bad guys that American boys love. They used the standard formula: exotic names, special powers, an unknown land.

They added easy-to-build action figures, trading cards, T-shirts, comic books and a soundtrack, as well as Internet, computer and video games. All to tell the story of Lego's Bionicle, which they hope will be the next cool toy line. Their plan is to create a popular story that reveals itself slowly, adding characters to keep the kids coming back for more, with toys cheap enough that parents keep buying.Bionicles also are the featured boys' toys in McDonalds Happy Meals through Sept. 27.

The toymaker is spending $15 million to get the word out about Bionicle, making it the biggest U.S. toy launch ever for the determinedly traditional 67-year-old company known for its classic plastic bricks.

Like much of the toy industry, Lego is financially ailing as more American boys ignore traditional toys in favor of video and computer games and television. Lego, the third-largest toy company in the United States behind Mattel Inc. and Hasbro Inc., lost money in 1998 and again last year, its only losses in decades. The company has watched revenue stall at about $1 billion.

To attract the been-there, done-that generation of American boys, Lego's designers and marketers are trying their darnedest to be cool, even aloof, almost teasing kids to get their attention.

In December, the first bit of information about Bionicle (from ``biological' and ``chronicle') was revealed on the company's Web site: ``Once a paradise, Mata Nui has become a place of darkness and fear, ruled by the deadly Makuta. Now six mighty heroes, the Toa, have come to gather the masks of power and challenge the Makuta. Explore the island ... learn the legends ... and begin to solve the mystery of Bionicle.'

It stopped there. But Lego's marketers hoped youngsters would be salivating for more.

About once a month, new chapters are added to the Web site, along with information about characters and the special masks. This summer, Lego mailed 1 million free comic books to Lego club members, giving details not available on the Web site.

In May and June, the Toa (hero) and Turaga (villager) building toys were released in the United States. The futuristic-looking figures stand about 7 inches tall and are assembled from plastic pieces that snap together Lego-style. The figures cost $2.99 to $6.99, although more-complex remote-control-operated figures will be priced as high as $69.99.

Now, information has been revealed about the bad guys, called Rahi, and other twists and turns are promised.

The Bionicle launch is based on the viral marketing strategy, which is the rage among manufacturers hoping to appeal to fad-prone American children and teens. Viral marketing works to create a buzz one customer at a time rather than relying on mass advertisements such as television commercials.

Lego's idea: Interest one kid in the Bionicle story, and that child will tell another and another. To find those kids, Lego sent out six sport-utility vehicles, each painted with one of the superheroes.

``In early June, 50 kids came up to the truck; just a few knew about Bionicle,' Gillespie said. ``Now, they are pulling up to places and kids are jumping in to tell the other kids about it.'

Seven-year-old Lucas McCoy, who has dropped Pokemon cards in favor of Bionicle, rambles on whimsically about the story line, the music and Mata Nui-Lego's online game, where players see from the perspective of Toa (the heroes) and try to save the island.

Taking a break from play with his Toa figures, Lucas, who lives in Bedford, Texas, talks nonstop for 20 minutes, pausing only to breathe. ``It was the time before time, when the world was new. There was this bad spirit that sent a spell on Mata Nui to sleep ... and I think their most greatest fear is sleep. It made these infected masks, and Makuta is the stone - well, I think Makuta is like a dinosaur.'

The characters' weapons (tools, in Lego's lingo), which include a pitchfork and a spear, don't seem to bother the parents.

Lucas's mom, Maria McCoy, said she and her husband play with their son and can ``see his little mind working.' His focus is on building, not violence, she said. ``It brings out his imaginative self.'

On the other hand, the Bionicle tie-in with a broad range of products can increase the pester pressure from kids, parents say. For instance, to see the paradise island before the darkness descended upon it, kids need the Nintendo Game Boy's Bionicle game, which sells for $39.99. To access screen savers and pictures on the Bionicle Web site, kids need to buy the Bionicle characters and access the codes on the toy canisters.

McCoy said she has kept a lid on Lucas's desire to buy all the products by insisting he use his allowance. ``He gets an allowance, and he can buy what he wants with it. I tell him, 'If you save your money, you can get the more pricey things,' ' McCoy said.

Traffic on Web sites and at toys stores indicates boys, teenage guys and longtime Lego fans are the biggest buyers of Bionicle. Lego officials say sales have surpassed their expectations, but they decline to release figures.

The toy's official Web site had almost 2 million hits in July. Bionicle fans also have responded to the company's create-your-own-site contest. Yahoo lists thousands of sites mentioning the toy line.

But Lego's leap away from its classic plastic brick sets hasn't won everybody over.

Spencer Tibbs, 12, of Warrenton, Va., said he can be more creative with older Lego sets, which he uses to build his own creations, such as a replica of his mom's office. He doesn't like sets that require directions.

``I should be more into that stuff (Bionicle), but I like the older stuff,' he said.

For Lego, the big question is: Are more American boys like Lucas McCoy or Spencer Tibbs?

#bionicle #2001 #article

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