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bionicle-ramblings · 6 months

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I've been thinking about the Ta-Metru Trio a lot and I mean that I have as in I've thought about:

Takua and Jaller sticking to Vakama's side like glue all through the Metru Nui story because fuck circumstance, fuck peril, and fuck the consequences, they're not letting their friend deal with being a new Toa and be framed for a crime he didn't do

During the Hordika arc, both Jaller and Takua end up as little Hordika Matoran and Takua ends up being a little double-edged sword because he's both the one who breaks the tension by helping keep the team and Vakama from killing each other, but also raises it by being super annoying and usually pulling a, "bored child in the back seat," and asking, "Are we there yet?" And Jaller responds with, "No," and the cycle just repeats for hours on end

All three of them being Toa, as in Vakama's a Toa Metru, Takua is Takanuva, and Jaller is either in his Ignika or Mahri Toa form, but either way all three are Toa and they are a trio. They have their teams, their duties, and destinies, but they are still together, and Teridax, once he tales over the GSR, decides to test their bond TO THE MAX by removing the three from each other and putting them in illusions where they experience their worst fears and get the RWBY volume 9 treatment in that they see the people they feel have died because of them or they have they've let down. It's essentially a scene of, "You suck and never should have existed in the first place," that hurts for all three of them, especially when Teridax decides to pull the worst card imaginable and makes them think they killed their two best friends, so for Jaller, he would think he killed Vakama and Takua/Takanuva, Vakama, he thinks he killed Jaller and Takua/Takanuva, etc. This has a vague happy ending because whoever breaks free of the illusion first frees the other two as well, but there's still the lingering fear of their escape being yet another trap for the three of them

On a rare day off in Metru Nui, Takua CANNOT sit still and immediately goes to find his friends in their himes and wake them up himself, first Vakama because he's closer, and so the two can tag team and wake up Jaller. The three have a, "knock before entering," policy, which Takua uses to visit a sleeping Vakama and wake him up, first by being obnoxious and shouting about how they need to get up and take full advantage of their day off. Vakama is already taking advantage of his day off by RESTING, but Takua wants to spend the day with his friends because the three are always working. Vakama corrects him by saying VAKAMA and JALLER are always working while Takua slacks off. Takua still insists that Vakama get up, even trying to pul Vakama up, but Vakama doesn't budge, so Takua gives him the heads-up that he's going to try and get Jaller and will be returning before he leaves. Sometime later, Takua indeed returns, and Vakama is still somewhat asleep. He first has a dilemma of whether or not he is actually more attractive than he was the day before because of some hidden ability in his mask or because he just wasn't looking hard enough, and then loops right back to, "Wake up! Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!" Living alarm clock. Finally, Vakama gets up, having gotten some fairly good sleep anyway, and the two meet Jaller, who is drowsy, but also awake and hopes Takua has some good plans for the day, or he's going back to bed. They end up playing and spending time together, which is a pretty good day off

The three are found sometimes by trouble, in the form of Vahki. There are days where they sometimes couldn't find their friend, and when they did, it was clear that a Vahki got to him because he was working and not paying attention to what was around him. "Coming back" from a stun staff is never pleasant because the one who got stunned ends up not remembering things for days and becoming aware as he feels the aches in his body and sees his friends and realizes that he really needs to be near now, please and thank you

Jaller is very vocal about Takua's mask not fitting and has asked Vakama to either talk Takua into letting him fix it so it fits properly or straight up getting him a new one. Vakama obly hasn't because every time he tried asking for the mask, Takua refused and developed the instinct of slapping Vakama's hand away whenever he went for the mask. Needless to say, neither made progress in getting his mask fixed

The three being out walking as they hang out and Takua trying to catch either a lava eel or a crab so he can keep it as a pet. Jaller wishes him luck with bith while Vakama warns him not to touch a lava eel because Takua will get burned. Later, when Vakama was working, Takua walked in, scowling, and asked Vakama if he knew how to fix burned hands, because he tried catching a lava eel and couldn't bring it home because his hands got burned. Vakama could only advise he get his hands in cool water and wait for the burns to heal, and try not to laugh as Takua grumbled about how lava eels are cute and impossible to pick up and how it's not fair how something friend shaped is so dangerous

That's all I've got. I said it before and I'll say it again:

I love these three

#bionicle #ramblings #vakama #takua #jaller #ta metru trio #headcanon #long post

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randomwriteronline · 14 days

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"Pohatu!"

Dume blinks four times before he recognizes the voice.

That is Nokama.

She is not in front of him, because that is most certainly Vakama, and she is not by his side, because that sounds like Whenua, or maybe Matau, or maybe both. She might be behind him, but from where he is it's hard to tell exactly.

Where he is happens to be the floor of the colosseum prisons.

Which is not where he was roughly five seconds ago.

As a matter of fact, he was very, very far from the colosseum in its entirety, five seconds ago.

His body hurts.

"Pohatu!" Nokama again. "What are you doing?"

Dume turns with his head feeling as though he was underwater.

Toa Pohatu, guard of Mata Nui, pats a slab made of what looks like stone bricks that ensnares the bars of their prison in the way a child labors on their sandcastle, answers nonchalantly: "Walling you in," and starts molding another chunk of rock.

Ah.

Ah...

He had mentioned they'd gone all that way for nothing, in the end.

But the Turaga imagined - well.

They thought that he had simply spotted a threat.

Not that he was the threat.

The light in their cramped cell dims as yet another portion of the door is covered up.

Voices arise all around him begging for answers, demanding explanations, banging on the walls, shrieking, murmuring, pleading, bargaining, and the cacophony makes his already aching temples throb harder as his brain attempts to make sense of each line of dialogue all at once. A hand helps him upright, sustaining his arm to pull him to his feet - from the quiet that accompanies its aid, he deduces it should be Nuju. He squeezes his eyes shut to make the migraine leave quicker. It's unclear whether it helps or not.

The yelling is met by no answer.

Another part of the door is bricked close.

Vakama's voice rises above the rest, sounding shattered despite the words still being too much for Dume to process.

What he does hear clearly is the answer that arrives at last, cutting the younger Turaga off, so loud and sudden that it immediately hushes the other five beings.

"Yes, yes, Turaga," Pohatu says in a distracted tone, still not giving any of them an ounce of his care, too busy walling them in their cell, "You've all been very nice to me - like you've been nice to the Matoran when you disrupted the Plan and endangered them, or to Akhmou when you left him to drown, or to Jaller when you agreed to let him walk into his death twice, or to Takua when you made him believe he had to be the Toa of Light, or to Matoro when you convinced him he was expendable."

The grip on Dume's arm tightens.

When he opens his eyes, the Turaga of Metru Nui notices that his brother is still and livid, about to start shaking.

"Who's put those fakethoughts into you?" Matau caws, apalled.

"It's a bit late to start lying again, isn't it?" the Toa replies. He shoves a brick in place too forcefully, and it crashes onto the pavement making a small crater. He produces an annoyed click, grumbling to himself: "Could've at least hit one of you..."

"Excuse you!"

"WHAT!" he snaps.

The aggressive edge in his tone makes most of them stumble back.

Whenua observes him carefully as he pulls his sister away: "You're not yourself," he murmurs.

"I am perfectly calm." Pohatu's teeth grind when he says that. "You are the ones trying to get on my nerves."

"That's not what I said, and you know that."

"See? You're doing it again." another brick crumbles in his hand as he clenches it. He hisses a curse. "Ah - exactly what I meant. You really are a lot of Stone Rats, aren't you. A perfect match for my siblings. Thank the Great Spirit I won't have to see either of you ever again."

"Where are they?" Vakama demands to know. He almost shakes.

He recoils when Pohatu slams his Kakama against the bars and hisses softly: "Rotting."

"That's enough!"

Dume can hear an unusual edge in Onewa's voice as he trudges up to the door angrier than he's ever looked like - which is impressive, considering his temper is not mild to begin with.

But there's something else, the same thing that made Nuju tighten his grasp on his arm, that made Whenua and Nokama curl closer together, that caused Vakama to falter briefly when he heard of his Toa's fate; and whatever it is shakes Onewa's voice imperceptibly and the finger he points at the traitorous Mata tremble from the strain, and the old Turaga cannot for the love of himself understand it.

"You'll quit this, Pohatu!" the Turaga of Po-Koro demands imperiously. His tone is the one with which someone desperately reprimands a child who's done something very, very bad, whether knowingly or not. "And get us out of here this instant!"

Pohatu strares at him with a gleaming gaze, like he is going to drive a spear through him, like a Kane-Ra about to charge.

Then his eyes change, his face distends in a vacuous smile.

"Hm," he hums as he lays his arms on the unfinished wall of rock to lay his chin upon them: "No, I don't think I'll do that."

"Pohatu--!"

"Not on my own accord, that's for sure. You'd have to make me. Maybe brainwash me to. You'd manage if you had a Komau, maybe. That could work. You should try that. Mind-controlling me, I mean. It's a possibility. If you had a working Komau. It should be very easy. You could make an attempt. Of course - if you has a mask to use."

Toa Onewa would have tried to punch his mask into his skull.

Turaga Onewa observes him for a long time.

Pohatu observes him back.

His smile is still unreadable; his silence eggs him on.

The first thing that strikes Onewa is a strong, horrid smell, similar in every way to that of a room that has been closed for too long - yet its roof has decayed with time, and the humidity has soaked so far into its structure that mold and rot are as integral a part of the whole as its foundations might be.

The second is the claustrophobia that sinks its claws into his chest.

The third is the dark.

He turns around, but can barely see anything in the overwhelming shadows. His feet hit what feels like a small number of objects that clatter away, his hands meet an obstacle, a wall: as they slide on it searching for something, anything, they find furious scratches of beasts confined in cages too small and hastily repaired holes that seem to have been punched in, some more recent than others.

Something burns his wrist.

From a crack, glowing very faintly, oozes poison.

His eyes slowly acclimate to its sickly gleam just in time to notice it is all around him.

The walls weep with it, the floor is bathed in it. It sinks and deforms all that it touches as it corrodes it slowly, dripping in unsteady streams like blood from badly stitched wounds with hushed hisses.

Everywhere around the pavement - most of them melted halfways, wading through the expanding toxic lake or sinking morosely in torbid puddles - are hundreds of figurines, small, broken, made of stone, of all heights and builds, rendered undistinguishable as the acid defaced them over time, showing signs of uncountable loving attempts at fixing them despite their uselessness in a place so drenched in corrosive matter.

About half a dozen are lodged into the wall precariously as though thrown into it with great force. In the pools of poison terraformed by the streams sputtering from their points of impact, six other figures are drowning.

One looks to have been placed, fondly, at the bottom of a depression.

The room breathes. It's a faint, heaving sound, like a machine struggling to function underwater.

The rotting tumors all over it pulse disgustingly.

That is not breath.

Those are not rot.

There is something outside, pressing hard against the paper-thin walls and ceiling and floor: it curls and sloshes over the minuscule space like a predator awaiting its victim just outside of its den, tries to pierce through the deep marks left upon it in a thousand fits of rage and grief, growls terrifyingly as it increases, if only for a moment, the flow of the poison rivulets as they sputter harshly with a horribly heavy wet sound.

There is something inside, taking shape from the dark mold and moving patiently, methodically, with purpose: it is long claws, of a silver that bleeds into pitch black, sharp and cruel; they pierced their way in a long time ago so slowly that the rock has scarified around them, welcoming them and the growing decay they brought gladly, allowing to grow as large as they desired until their presence became the only thing that could hold the room together despite how easily they could tear it apart by simply curling too much.

There is nothing else.

Nothing else.

Nothing.

Else.

Onewa feels his siblings' hands rushing to sustain him before he feels his knees give in, his body fall to the floor. They speak to him as his heartlight flashes, but he can't hear or see anything: he is fixed, heaving, trembling, on the Toa smiling behind the bars.

Pohatu, blissfully ignorant of his own mangled mind, tilts his head and smiles.

"Didn't work, huh," he only says. Onewa could swear he hears the gurgle of the poison as it falls from his mouth, too much for him to contain. "What a shame."

The Turaga remain silent as he goes back to bricking them in.

They only stare, dumbfounded, minds emptied completely of words.

He looks back at them only for a moment; he holds the last block of stone in his hand almost thoughtfully, as though he was rethinking all of this. But it's only a second.

"You'd better stay put, now," are his last words to them, only his eyes visible as they cast a cold orange glow into the cell: "You're a crafty lot, I'd bet you'd find a way to escape somehow. And I can find you in a second, of course - but if you keep doing that, the Rahkshi will be bound to find you before I do one time, won't they?"

The brick slots into place with the sound of a coffin closing, and the cell goes dark.

#bionicle #pohatu #nokama #whenua #nuju #vakama #matau #onewa #turaga dume #random writing #orpiment au #and after torturing the youngsters here we now have Senior Citizen Bullying #plus a fun trip into pohatus absolutely horrid brain (reading fun as akin to entering an allegorical circle of hell)#this chapter fucking sucks to be completely honest but i didnt have the brain to make it any other way so fuck it. have it #next up. i have been So Good at keeping them separated in this fic for this long.

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whiteheartlight · 3 months

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I can't speak to sibling dynamics due to not having any of my own but I can say that early-years Takua gives off very strong only child energy to me

you're so right, Takua's like an only child with little to no parental involvement who just runs around the neighborhood at will. and Jaller's the upperclass kid who takes him under his wing and basically adopts him. in a human au Jaller's whole family would let Takua stay over whenever and like take him on trips up to their lakehouse over the summer. and maybe they play soccer together (captain and co-captain). wow this is getting to be a cute au

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cr33pyjaja · 3 years

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Happy B-day to me & my OC

May 30 - Birthday

Creator & CreepyJaja

My world / Creepypasta:

Ren & Izame

@creepyargen

Undertale AUs:

Diel - Killer!Sans x Jaja's son

Dana - Karlys x Jose's daugther

(Jaller ship aus)

@thesave-frisk / @reversetime

#my art #the creator #creepyjaja #birthday #my birthday #oc birthday #killer x jaja #jaja x killer #jaller #jaller child #diel #dana #karlys x jose #jose x karlys #resetverse #killertale

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the-immortal-angel · 2 years

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#Bionicle #bionicle oc #Hahli #Jaller #child oc #Na Kika #Human Bionicle

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the-creator-undertale-au · 1 year

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Aniel 📂

(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ my angel Aniel 💙

💙 Aliza x Horror!Sans son

(Aliza is NOT Frisk !!!)

💙 he is Annabelle's genderswap (so not much things will change)

💙 6 y.o

💙 he is 115 cm tall

💙 his soul is empty, but he normally was supposed to have a normal one.

(the day he was born, Aliza was very weak. She knew she was risking her life and that of Aniel/Annabelle no matter how the birth went, after Aliza took Aniel/Annabelle out her soul suddenly cracked that's when Aniel/Annabelle felt his mother' soul to break and he sent his energy to her. That's why his soul is empty but also why he is so close of his mother)

💙 his normal eyes are black (right) and red (left) but he keep his black eye close because some monsters make him complex of it

💙 he is discreet and silent, he is a calm and toughtful person for his age. He is an obedient little boy with his parents

💙 the bottom of his feet are burned because of grillby.

💙 he always is in pijamas with dust on it, even if his family bring him many clothes he always is in it, and he don't want to explain why

💙 he has scars on his arms he hide

💙 he started a relation with a pretty little girl of his age +- (@yueart ) UvO

💙 Emily is like a big sister for him because she helps Aliza to takes care of him

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star-sara · 1 year

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¡Hola mis pequeñas almas!~

Vengo traigo aquí unos nuevos nenes uvu pero en dibujo tradicional :3

Aunque como apenas se entiende un chorizo mi letra abajo de las imágenes les dejo la información :>

❴ Emilo ❵

•Hijo de Jaja x Killer!Sans.

•13 años.

•Timido, un poco callado, es dulce con sus padres, juguetón.

•Tapa uno de sus ojos porque dice que no le gusta cómo es.

•Ama los conejos y bichos.

•Se pone nervioso si entra en pelea.

•Le desagrada discutir y el chocolate.

•Aveces no puede dormir por su insomnio.

❴ Pólux ❵

•Hijo de Outer x Cross.

•17 años.

•Enérgico, muy amable, chistoso, amigable, leal, confiable, algo sensible.

•Quiere ser un guardia real cómo su madre (Cross).

•Estudia sobre el universo y todo lo que este relacionado con él.

•Puede crear nubes.

•Ama leer, hacer actividades físicas, el ejercicio, lo esponjoso, cocinar, jardinería.

•Odia ser flojo, que lo engañen y ser una decepción.

•Demisexual.

•Soltero.

❴ Francis ❵

•Hijo de Mel x Ganz x StrawberryNightmare.

•5 años.

•Juguetón, ingenuo, poco cariñoso, astuto.

•Tiene algunas marcas en su cuerpo (algo parecidas a tatuajes pero no lo son.)

•Le gusta los juguetes, pasteles, pay de caramelo, leche de fresa, objetos muy brillantes.

•Le cae mal Gz!flowey, odia los golpes y el ruido.

•Su sombra es su acompañante.

•Su ojo puede cambiar de color.

•Es apegado a Chocolate!Killer.

Bye bye mis pequeñas almas~🌺💕

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mask-of-prime · 5 years

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Wait oh my god

That would mean Lewa having Jaller and Takua ride a Gukko Bird would be really unnecessary

Guys Lewa could’ve made those two able to fly with him and it would’ve gone like the You Can Fly scene from Peter Pan

#TAKE THE PATH THAT MOONBEAMS MAKE #IF THE MOON IS STILL AWAKE #Lewa just IS Peter Pan #He's green and is basically a Child #Also the Le-Matoran worship him like the Lost Boys do #THE LE-MATORAN ARE HIS LOST BOYS #BIONICLE #Lewa #Toa Lewa #Jaller #Takua #Mask of Light

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byz-was-here · 1 year

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Incorrect Bionicle Quote

Takua: I think we're close to Onu Koro.

Jaller: How can you tell? All these tunnels look the same.

Takua: I can hear 'We All Lift Together' up ahead.

#bionicle #bonkle #takua my favorite problem child #jaller #I actually listen to this when writing underground scenes

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kanohivolitakk · 3 years

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What Takua/Takanuva means to me as the resident weird kid

Warning: This is going to get a bit personal. I’m not trying to go too in deep on my own life and struggles, just enough to get my point across.

Soo, if you have followed my account for Bionicle content, you probably know me as that one (very vocal) Nidhiki liker. I love the traitor spider and think about him a lot, to the point I’m writing several meta posts on him. However for as much as I love my treacherous mutated spider boy, he wasn’t my favorite character when I first got into the series and first became my favorite character much later on.

No. The first character in Bionicle I truly adored in Bionicle and my favorite character for many years (from 2003 til at least 2010) was Takua/Takanuva. Baby me LOVED Takua. I thought he was a super likeable character and Takanuva was very cool for me. As a kid I really loved bonus heroes (or sixth rangers if you’re a Power Rangers fan) in kids media, because they were cool and had cool powers and were important to the plot but not part of the main gang!! And I feel Takanuva is a big reason I loved extra heroes honestly. Takua was a character that made me really

As I grew older and my taste started to gravitate towards villains and more morally grey heroes, my love for Takua slowly faded away. While I still really like Takua, he was dethroned as my #1 favorite character and slowly fell down on my favorite list, from top 5 to top 10 to top 15 (where he currently is I think?) It went to the point if I started to wonder if my love towards Takua was mostly an imprint of how much I loved Takua as a child rather than how much I like him now.

Well, that was until today, when thanks to the Takua is nonbinary headcanon/meta post by @kanguin (as well as the additions by @crystaltoa), I realized how Takua may as well be one of the most relatable characters in any piece of fiction I ever confused. And not just because I’m a gender ambiguous being.

But for that, I need to go a bit personal.

I was...a bit weird as a child (and still am a bit weird). Always loud, always talkative, curious and obnoxious. You know that kind who was treated as an outcast if not outright bullied. However, my most notable trait as a child was how imaginative I was. I loved to come up with scenarios in my head and play them. That combined with my loneliness (thanks for not having that many friends my age and spending a lot of my free-time either alone or with my extended family from my mothers side) led me often playing by myself. However with my family I kinda came known as that kid who daydreams, always had their head in the clouds and never thinking about real life. As I grew older I never really stopped daydreaming, instead my daydreams switched from playgrounds to writing fanfictions and talking about/ brainstorming headcanons (and pseudo roleplaying) with friends. My relatives still saw me as the weirdo who always was focused on fantasy, never reality.

And just..reading those Takua/Takanuva posts made me realize how, as someone who not only was an outcast but also a curious daydreamer and looked down by their close ones for being such. I started remembering Takuas characterization in Mask of Light, and how a lot of points actually hit really hard for me. In particular, Takua saying to Jaller that he was “always different” from others really hit home for me. I have tried to fit in, to be similar to others...but I have always had quirks and personality traits that made it difficult for me to communicate and blend in(I am currently being diagnosed whether or not I am on the spectrum but thats kinda off-topic).

Another thing thatreally hit home with Takua is that, while he wasn’t bullied per say, the society around him (including his own friends) treated him as a weirdo. WHile I was bullied as a child, I had many more experiences of people who were genuinely nice to me/geniunely liked me (close family members mostly) still finding my behavior a bit strange and trying to get me behave like a normal person (in a non creepy way).

And sure, Takua isn’t the only outcast character out there. But a lot of outcast characters feel unrelatable for me due to their personality being often too timid/shy or too abrasive or just too plain. Takua is none of those things. He’s characterized as curious, friendly (but somewhat socially awkward) and a daydreamer. Someone who rather have fun than do work. And just, as someone who was (and still kinda is) a daydreamer, Takua is a character who reminds me of myself and who I can see a lot of myself in, both how I was as a child and how I am now

So yeah. Takua may not be my #1 favorite character anymore, but I realized how important he is to me and how much I relate to him. He may as well be the most important character for me in the series and that’s saying a lot considering how much a certain traitor spider means to me.

So yeah, godspeed little buddy. Godspeed.

#Kirika Talks #Kirikas Bonkle Talk #Bionicle #Takua #Takanuva

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