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  1. Aderia

    Bambi's Star Wars Reviews

    Yes haha, I put off getting Disney+ for a long time, like "I don't want to support the entertainment monopoly, and besides they're only doing remakes of classics at this point." But then enough people told me I just had to see the Mandalorian, and I also hadn't seen Iron Man 3 or Captain Marvel at that point, and the rest is history. (haha, also, my reasoning about not wanting to support a huge corporation by subscribing to their service was stupid because I currently am working at an Amazon warehouse to save up for school, so I'm literally working for one of the largest companies anyways xD) But yeah, I was able to watch TCW over the period of about 6 months. I've heard from others their stories powering through the cancellation and the sadness that ensued. Somewhat related note, I forgot to mention that I did read Dark Disciple, the continuation of Ventress' character arc, and would also recommend. I still enjoyed the Commando books more, but yeah.
  2. Hey Mushy! Here's a slapdash collage of a few of the sewing projects I've done over the past few years that I mentioned! T-shirt blanket, with 50lb pup for scale, embroidery attempt (the chinese characters), full-size tote bag, lovebird throw pillow for a friend's wedding gift (because broke so I couldn't afford something nicer), the mini practice tote-bags that fit soda cans perfectly, and like, the very first facemasks I did! 


    1. Mushy the Mushroom

      Mushy the Mushroom

      @AderiaOh my, these are all so lovely! You're so skilled in so many different areas. I love the color scheme of the blanket and ADORABLE pup. The embroidery looks incredible, so much detailing! The totes look very well-made and those minis are such a clever idea. Especially fond of the Rebel Alliance detail, and that pillow is absolutely gorgeous (and looks exceedingly professional)! Did you create the birds by layering different fabrics?

      (P.S. I'll PM as soon as I get a chance, sorry for delay..healthstuffs >_<)

  3. Aderia

    Bambi's Star Wars Reviews

    Funny story (well, I think it's funny), I got into the Republic Commando books because I saw funny/cute comics about Jango Fett getting 2 million Father's Day cards from all his clones, and I googled whether or not clones were sterile, and that's how I got pulled into the world of Star Wars Legends - meme power XD Fair warning, and perhaps you know this, the last novel in the Commando series was never written, but Karen Traviss published a bullet list of what would have happened. So be prepared to live in perpetual cliffhanger. Worth it, but still. Her Mandalorian language is super cool, too, and the worldbuilding she does with the culture. Definitley a highlight for me. Let me know how you like the Thrawn books! Haha, you'll probably get to them before me. (I promised myself I'd give Dune another shot before the end of the year, after multiple recommendations from others, and with the new on-screen adaptation coming out. no shame in bandwagoning, right?) Death Troopers sounds like a good read for Halloween season, maybe I'll see if I can get my hands on a copy. Hahaha one of the main reasons I started TCW (disney+, because no cable growing up whoooo!) was because I've only ever heard awesome things about Ahsoka, and when I saw she was going to be in season 2 of Mando, I wanted to get in on the hype and be able to actually appreciate it. Super excited!
  4. Aderia

    Bambi's Star Wars Reviews

    Rogue One is also a favorite of mine!! I like stories about the 'little people', not just big-name force-weilders. (although I'm learning that everyone in star wars has at least a novella or comic arc of a backstory though XD so the term 'little people' becomes relative, depending on what you count from Legends and the disney retconning and stuff). I felt similarly about Rebels as opposed to TCW, although I think my problem was not letting myself digest TCW before starting Rebels. Grew up as the prequels were coming out, and I have really good memories of going to the theaters with my fam to see them, so I think the bent towards TCW is inherent. I'll probably give Rebels another try. I liked it, but just like, there's more to life than Jedi, people. Sequel trilogy, I enjoyed in theaters for what they were (space-Leia called for one ounce too much of suspension-of-disbelief, agreed that was a major negative for me) Have you had the chance to watch The Mandalorian? Also, have you read any of the novels? Although they were retconned to Legends, I really thoroughly enjoyed the Republic Commando novels recently, among other books from the franchise. The original Thrawn trilogy is on my bookshelf, as well as the Ahsoka and Leia books. Currently reading Queen's Shadow, the Padmé one.
  5. Ahhh! Mushy! Everything you create is astounding! The paintings, especially, show impressive finesse (...the little I know about painting), especially on both the pencil version and color version of the bunbun. Like, the texture you managed to capture with the fur. And PANDA!!!!!! Completely adorable, huge panda fan! The touch with the 3D bamboo is awesome! Haha and super creative plant-0-lanterns! Great execution and clean cuts as well! Awesome work, as always! Also, based on your camera contraption 1) you should consider a career as a Rube Goldberg machinist! and 2) You must have very strong ceiling fans, wow! XD
  6. Chapter 13: Paragon’s Puppets Many Years Ago, during the Conquests of the League of Six Kingdoms… The Kingdoms’ delegation party was impressive, fearsomely so, but Nuok was of the opinion that all the pomp and formality was obsequious and unnecessary. And so, he looked on with disdain set just below his Kanohi. As soon as the delegation’s ships had made port in the finest Ga-Metru harbor, a flurry had been set off in the city. The Barraki had sent what looked like half a fleet to the shores of the Great City. It was an audacious move, all the while flying the three virtues peace banner. Turaga Arrakio had welcomed them graciously, of course, while discreetly dispatching runners to put all policing forces on high alert, and for about three-dozen more of the city’s top Matoran from this field or executive of that company and so on to gather and organize as an audience in the Coliseum. It was an impressive turn-about pulled off in less than an hour. The negotiations had been set to take place in the Turaga’s own council chambers. But then the infamous Pridak himself had stepped off the flagship, flanked by not one, but three of his fellow warlords, and then no less than thirty well-decorated commanders. Of course, as the pristine Matoran of the Great City quickly saw, ‘well-decorated’ meant anything from mangled or missing limbs or eyes to extra limbs or eyes picked up as trophies from a battlefield, and the occasional actual badge or banner. Once the Barraki’s entourage had been ceremoniously led through the city to the Coliseum, and had been filed into the arena, now set up to be a makeshift amphitheater, and seated in astringent ranks opposite the frightened but brave-masked gathering of Matoran, they did look significantly less frightening, thank the Great Spirit. But they didn’t act it. More than one Matoran made the mistake of making eye contact, and inevitably flinched away. As the warlords and the Turaga and his Inner Council conferred in low voices, the Cobalts of Ga-Metru were establishing a wide perimeter around the occupied harbor, letting no Matoran in, and no waiting League soldiers so much as lean over a gunwale. Nuok, who of course had been one of the first Matoran asked to attend this negotiation, had made sure to seat himself as close to the political action as possible in the amphitheater. It was slightly irksome, though. In the council chambers, he had his spot, which everyone knew was his. He did his best to ignore the stragglers, the last-thought, lower-tier invitees ushered themselves in to fill out Metru Nui’s representation. While he could understand the preeminent professors from the Ga-Schools, it really seemed that every department head and teacher-of-the-year had been snagged. He caught himself, but he almost gaped openly as a gaggle of speeder jockeys from the Moto-Hubs appeared through the Coliseum gate. Frustration mounting, Nuok forced his focus back to the private exchange between leadership. Or, at least as private as was safe for this level of play. Perhaps, Nuok mused, it was for the better that this negotiation would end up more in the public eye than they originally anticipated. While the Matoran of Metru Nui had done and admirable job of turning their heartlights off to the reports of the widespread upheaval and butchery of the League Wars, most knew deep down that they would someday have a reckoning at their seagate. And today was that day. The murmuring of the waiting audience died down as Turaga Arrakio and the Barraki Lord made their way to the speaking stage, followed by half of their respective inner circles, with the other half making their way to meld in with the audience. “What was that all about?” Nuok asked quietly to the Ko-Matoran who slipped into the seat next to him. The front rows, the other Matoran had thankfully realized, were reserved for the prestige Matoran of the city. Nuok was duly satisfied when reputed Scholar Nui, Ihu, took a seat next to him. It was something impossible to miss. “Peace offering, of sorts,” the Scholar answered, gesturing vaguely to a small group of Matoran - Archivists, by the look of it, who had broken off from a larger group of Onu-Matoran. Others followed while one led away two League soldiers who were hauling along a cargo cart bearing what looked like two quite sizable stasis tubes. “Two endlings of otherwise extinct species for us, and the permissions to take three shipments of purified protodermis as our gift to them.” “Remind me to invite the Barraki to my Naming Day ceremony,” Nuok half-chuckled. “I didn’t realize these warmongers were so keen on gift giving.” Ihu gave the refined, scholarly version of a shrug - that is, one precise thirty-two degree raising of a shoulder, and said, “They’re not. They just know how to play sides.” “Rotting Rahi,” Nuok returned in the Ko-Matoran’s own inflectionless tone, not at all serious, although one would be hard-pressed to say for sure. “And here I’d hoped they only knew how to overrun battle fields.” The Scholar Nui, the only one of his title, made a noncommittal reply, and nodded once at the stage, where the Turaga and the Barraki Lord had taken their places to address the audience. “Gathered Matoran,” the Turaga began, sweeping wide his arms to the audience. “I must certainly begin with a sincere expression of gratitude toward you that you must extend to your brothers and sisters when you leave this place. It is not every day we in the Great City have the opportunity to host such prominent guests.” Nuok caught the otherwise imperceptible nano-pause, trying to find a word to describe exactly the type of guests that the Barraki entourage was. Turning to the warlord, a gallant white-armored figure embellished with a crimson cape. Arrakio looked quite short and quite bland beside him, almost amusingly so. “Faithful friends, comrades, I present to you Barraki Lord Pridak, Paragon of the Great Spirit. I’m sure you need no reminder, but Lord Pridak and his associates arrived on our shores under the Three Virtues banner, which I know you will honor.” There were a few uneasy murmurs from Matoran in the audience. The Turaga continued, holding one hand up, just a slight up-turn of the wrist, to dissuade further public dissent. “While it’s rather unprecedented to hold such public negotiations, I assure you that the council and I have agreed that these are equally unprecedented times, and are taking steps to keep your full confidence.” A handful of Matoran glanced up, realizing what their Turaga meant by this. The negotiations were to be recorded and broadcasted on the telescreens throughout the city for any and all to see. It was a bold move, and indeed, completely unprecedented. Political telecasts, and in the middle of the skiff-sailer obstacle trials. The Ga-Matoran sport sailors wouldn’t be pleased. But with the conflicting trickle of League War reports, called ‘conquests’ by only the most audacious, fear was smoldering in the hearts of many, if not all the city’s Matoran. At least seeing and hearing the Barraki in the armor would irritate the ambivalent majority and their comfortable complacency and nonchalance. Hopefully. The risk in broadcasting the Barraki, of course, was that the city would like them too much. Nuok wouldn’t have been surprised if Arrakio was having someone, even now, arrange to send for war-battered Toa from the frontlines of the active resistance theaters. Perhaps some oppressed Matoran from a conquered territory. Nuok snapped out of his musings as the Barraki Lord stepped forward after the Turaga’s brief introduction that Nuok had missed. Obviously it hadn’t been all that great. “Thank you, Turaga. And thank you, citizens of Metru Nui. Your city is even grander than I remember. You have every right to be proud of all that you’ve accomplished here. And all that you could accomplish.” Pridak, already an elegant figure, sent ripples down his ornate cape as he spoke with emphatic but deliberate and precise gestures. The whole effect of him was just the right amount of regal and subtly intimidating to captivate the attention of a city. Perhaps Arrakio had made a mistake, publicizing this whole event. It certainly seemed like a snap decision. The one bad thing about sitting in the front, Nuok realized, was that he had a much harder time reading the crowd’s reaction. “I come before you today not to plead my case, not to make an attempt to paint myself heroic in your eyes. I come before you to look you, the city of Metru Nui, in the eyes as an equal. As chosen by the Great Spirit himself to be at the head of all things. Believe the whispers, if they please you. ‘Conqueror’, ‘warmonger’, ‘usurper’. To the wilds and barbarian badlands of the Volimas Isles, perhaps. But I know you see what I see. Once slugging away under their own haze of chaos, barely able to scrape by. And now? Shipwrights renowned in their region, as well as progressing quickly toward becoming completely self-sufficient with their own timber supply. And unite that with armament factories and outposts from my heartland, Xia? I invite you to take closer inspection of my ships floating in your harbor as a humble example of what true leadership can do.” “Humble example, indeed,” Ihu muttered under his breath, barely articulating the words. Nuok suppressed a smirk of agreement. The scholar had more guts than Nuok would have ever given him credit for. At this close a range, it would be all to easy to draw the personal ire of the Barraki Lord with an ill-timed comment. They were sitting close enough to the warlord to see the rhythmic intensifying and dimming of his heartlight, which, Nuok had noticed, remained steady and consistent, despite the flourishing tones and calculated but emphatic gesturing. Calculated, Nuok decided, was exactly what this warlord was. Through and through. “As unrivaled leaders of Matoran society throughout the world, I have confidence you can recognize the greater good that we’re both working toward. Let there be no illusion - I’ve come here to negotiate terms of an alliance as equals in this endeavor.” Nuok looked to his Turaga, whose Garai was professionally stoic. What are you up to, old one? Did the Turaga have a long game he was playing at, entering this dance with the warlord? Had Arrakio invited them here? Had they muscled their way in, literally or not? The Ta-Matoran’s attention slid to the imposing warlord, and froze immediately, accidentally meeting Pridak’s razor-sharp gaze. And Nuok was left paralyzed, adrenaline racing through his system, long after the warlord moved on, which was immediately. Imagine, he thought in awe, as he recovered gradually. Being able to inspire fear like that with nothing more than a glance… Although Nuok could never hope to match this fearsome warrior in prowess, perhaps he could learn from him. “Tread cautiously, Nuok,” Turaga Arrakio warned the Ta-Matoran, an icy edge undergirding his tone. With a sharp intake of breath, Nuok began again, forcing a more respectful tone. “All I’m asking, Turaga, is who let the Tahtorak into the titration lab in the first place?” The other Matoran in the Turaga’s council chamber had stopped their scribbling and recording and low-toned, urgent conversations to listen. It had been nearly four months now, and the Barraki’s fleet had still not left. Pridak himself, of course was needed on this front or at that stronghold, and was in the city only occasionally, but he always left an abundance of capable officers and delegates. Often, fellow Barraki. The whole city was more on edge than usual, because this time, Barraki Takadox had been left to ‘babysit the Matoran’, as they’d heard some of the soldiers saying among themselves, among the docks. There had been temporary housing provided to the League’s legion at the expense of Ga-Metru. While the Ga-Matoran were more than happy to give the legionaries the wide berth they deserved, it came at the cost of essentially a whole shipyard’s production. The best shipyard, actually. While that was unfortunate, it made the irritated sailors and traders who operated out of that port, many prominent players in the business, prime targets to sway to one’s liking. And Nuok had been hard at work among his own people and personally to lay groundwork into any groups that could be potential allies within the city. It was more and more clear by the day that the rusty Turaga had no idea what he was doing. Arrakio was interested in not getting trampled by the League, even if that meant being pushed around with no end in sight. For all the fancy talk of paragons and influence for the ‘greater good’, the Matoran saw Pridak and his cause for what it was. The Knowledge Crystal crunchers and the exasperating erudites in the schools could wax philosophical about Karzahni knew what, find a moral nitpick about every action and implication and possibly conceivable consequence. Then, there were other Matoran - honest, working Matoran, like Nuok, who were losing trade and profit and production no matter what. Surprisingly enough, the heads of the Po-Metru Crafter’s Commission, and a majority of the quarry masters and warehouse foremen were in agreement with the big brains. There was no way Metru Nui would sell out to the conquerors and tyrants that were the blight of so many other lands. The guilt of long-held complacency had caught up to many, who now felt compelled to take an ethical stand against unfairness and injustice. Because it was in their harbor now. Hypocrites. All of them. To be fair, Nuok had to tell himself many times a week, he had been one of them. But at least he was ready to own up to it. And he wasn’t going to get hung up on himself and let his own pride keep him from taking actions to rectify his past mistakes. And the biggest disappointment of them all? The Turaga, by far. During his time as a Toa, it had been his duty to fight beings exactly like the Barraki, what they stood for, and what they were spreading by force throughout islands and continents throughout the world. And now he was reduced to be a pawn of his own short-sighted policies, netted by neutrality, and didn’t have a strong enough support base to take the stands he needed to. Assuming he even wanted to. “There are are forces at play, moving pieces you’re not aware of,” the Turaga told him tersely. “Would you have had the Barraki show up at our seagate with their whole flotilla, canons blazing?” “Granted,” Nuok growled. “But letting them waltz right in and set up HQ in the Coliseum?” “It’s a neutral space to work out coordinating policies,” one of the Turaga’s aides put in, but earned only witheringly reproving looks from both Nuok and the Turaga. “Well, it’s not like we were willing to go debate on their death boats,” he grumbled, and retreated back to his desk. “Your people grow tired,” Nuok rounded back on the Turaga. “Make a deal, take a stand against them, I don’t think the majority know enough to care either way. But what they care about is their livelihoods, which is being smothered away by whatever this is!” He waved his arms broadly, indicating the stacks and stacks of tablets and charts and parchments, even a few high-tech data displays that drew stored information directly from Knowledge Crystal geodes. The council chamber, now temporarily a political-legal war room, was practically overflowing with backlog and very stressed Matoran who all felt they maybe possibly, best-case-scenario had part of a viable solution to a problem that they hadn’t had time to understand in the first place. Nuok turned on his heel and made for the exit, and the quiet murmur of discussion picked back up. He didn’t expect to hear footsteps rushing after him. He didn’t give his follower the satisfaction of waiting for them. If they wanted to talk to him so badly, they wouldn’t mind working for it a bit. “You talk big!” a voice called after him, catching up by the time the last syllable had fallen out of their mouth. It was that perpetually displeased Ga-Matoran scientist. He’d only seen her once or twice in the council chamber, but she was one that was always happy to tell a trouble-seeker where to find a unit of legion soldiers to heckle around the ports, or so his contacts in law enforcement told him. “You talk big,” she repeated, slowing to walk angrily alongside him. “But what do you have going for you to prove you’re not just another yakking Brakas looking for bula berries or a Muaka’s tail to yank?” “What I have going for me?” Nuok asked, partially indignant, partially incredulous. He ran the most efficient foundry in his quadrant of Ta-Metru, soon to top the whole foundry district, if bi-annual projections held true for the next few years. He had a seat on the board for the Immolator Conglomerate, more than enough influence with a majority of the Fire Brands and the higher-ups in the Crafter’s Coalition. He’d called in all his favors and hardly slept a blink since the legion arrived putting this together. Especially since the Turaga was no closer to budging one way or another. “You don’t have to worry about that. Just know that it’s enough.” “You’re a worse bluff than a cornered cavefish. If you end up dead in a canal, I won’t sit vigil for you.” But the Ga-Matoran continued onto the electro-lift with him, and they dropped toward arena floor at a startling speed. “You’re just one Matoran. You have ideas, you probably think they’re good ones. But nobody there wants to work with you.” “You’re not exactly a chipper nipper yourself.” He raised an eye ridge at her. “You don’t give Arrakio enough credit. Or his council,” she told him curtly, through her weighty glower. “They’re professionals. They don’t need you barging in to play snappy Karzahni’s advocate because they’ve thought of it all already. Trust me. I listen.” The electro-lift slowed to a surprisingly smooth stop, and the doors peeled back of their own accord, and the two Matoran continued through the short corridor into the mostly empty arena beyond. “You’re one of them. You listen to what you want to, you hear what you want to,” he said disdainfully, noting her high-level student badge magnetized to her armor, reading her name. “Ginsa.” “And you don’t?” She looked incredulous. “And you don’t know enough about me or them to make that judgement call.” They’d crossed the whole of the arena, and if Ginsa was surprised he headed toward her home district, she didn’t show it. “Try listening to the people, for a change. The ones who don’t have the luxury to sit around in your overly competitive educational system to waltz around in the shiny land of ideas all day. We’re the ones who get hit worst. Always.” “You’d be able to come up with half-good solutions if you weren’t so set on commiserating,” she retorted. “Worse than Makika toads in a drought.” Nuok had bigger Tarakava to tackle at the moment. Abruptly, he decided he’d spent enough energy on this uppity scientist. “If that’s what you think of us, then.” He gave a dismissive salute, more mocking than an actual salute in farewell, and turned down the street that would take him to the occupied ports. “Off to commiserate.” And Ginsa continued straight without another word toward her educational subdistrict. He’d have to keep her in mind though, if there ever came a day he thought her people and his could be mutually beneficial to one another. But his task now was to convince Barraki Takadox to give him an audience with Barraki Pridak. It was he that Nuok needed to convince of the mutual benefits that could be reaped from working together. If the Po-Metru artisans and crafters weren’t willing to collaborate, that was fine. Ta-Metru had ample talented workforce that could step in to fill the gap. And that way, Ta-Metru wouldn’t have to split the commissions. The forges Nuok had talked with were ready to back out of their production contracts with the Po-Matoran and transfer business to their fellow Ta-Matoran. They money they would save on transportation costs of materials back and forth would be more than enough to help start up some Ta-Matoran crafters guilds of their own. The lack of trade business from Ta-Metru might leave some Le-Matoran high and dry, but they were necessary collateral. If the Ta-Matoran had to keep this city afloat through the entirety of the League Wars, however long that may be, so be it. And if Nuok could lead them through it, well. He wasn’t going to argue with himself on that one. Eventually, when everything was back to normal, they could open production deals back up with the Po-Matoran. Eventually, and probably. Present Day Although Kesian would never admit it to anyone, himself included, he was probably one of the more stubborn Matoran in the city. He tried not to think about how that, in and of itself, kind of proved the point against him. And that aside, it was a trait that got him into trouble more often than not. Case in point, what felt like eons later, he was still stuck in the stalemate staredown in the interrogation room with this dark armored, green-eyed captive. Based on their sizes, Kesian would easily lose any fight. That’s why the room was divided by a vertical set of iron bars. Rudimentary, but better than nothing. If it weren’t for a slight twitch of the tail tip or adjustment of the slit-pupils, he would have sworn he was facing off with a stasis display. But their stalemate was plunged into sudden pitch-black as the motion-timed lights deactivated. Cursing a mio a minute, Kesian desperately flailed one arm while fumbling with his prototype Cordak Cowrie Shells and detonator with the other. The lights flickered back to life begrudgingly just as two of the iron bars clanged to the floor, ends slagged and smoldering. And Kesian was alone in the room. “No!” He dove at the door and stumbled into the hallway, casting wildly about down both directions of the corridor. There was no sign of anyone else besides himself and the two startled guards. “Captain Tines?” one of the Po-Matoran guards asked, helping his companion to his feet. “Lock it down,” Kesian ordered. “Lock-“ the guard began to repeat for clarification. “The whole facility!” Kesian barked. “Security breach, code one-seven-tw“ He stopped short, sure he was seeing things. There, reclining in the doorway, looking infuriatingly smug, was the captive. Or, ex-captive, now. “Security breach, indeed,” she said, and smiled an impertinent smile. She didn’t look the least bit concerned that the two guards had leveled their Crast blasters at her and were waiting the slightest signal from Kesian. “How did you get in here?” the Le-Matoran demanded. “I followed you,” she replied, adopting a straight face and posture. “Impossible,” he retorted automatically, although he doubted it the moment the syllables left his mouth. She took a step toward him, and vanished into thin air before her foot hit the ground. All three Matoran glanced around cautiously, audio receptors straining for any hint, careful not to make any sudden moves this time. “At a certain point,” came her disembodied voice, floating farther down the corridor, “impossible becomes a matter of opinion.” She reappeared a few paces away, beckoning Kesian to follow. “Let’s talk, Captain. You and me. ‘Tiny’, was it?” Kesian motioned the guards to stand down, and requisitioned one of their Crast blasters for himself with a quick word that two shots in quick succession was the signal for initiating the lockdown, if things went badly. “Tines,” he snapped, catching up to the intruder. “Like the widget.” The intruder gave an unimpressed grunt. “Okay, then. Tiney.” She sounded content with her compromise, to his chagrin. “You’re going to get me to the Coliseum.” “Ha! Am I?” Kesian laughed. “No part of any of our interaction has made me want to help you. Literally zero. The opposite, actually.” It was the worst ask for help he’d ever heard, and he’d heard a lot in his time. “I’d owe you one. Surely you could think of something useful someone with my abilities could do for you. Your cause. Your city.” As if to emphasize, she once more blinked out of sight. Kesian cautiously slowed his pace. He readied his blaster when she didn’t reappear after a worrying amount of steps. Her voice from above him hissed, “Up here.” And she dropped from the ceiling just behind him, where she’d been crawling effortlessly and silently. Emyk would have probably shot her on the spot a couple times over back at the interrogation room. But opportunities, curiosity, and beginnings of plans spiraled this way and that, fogging Kesian’s trigger-happiness and spontaneous contingency scheming. “I can’t imagine you’d need my help,” he said cautiously. The last thing he wanted to do was overplay his hand or volunteer information about his resources. “Okay, well,” she said, falling into step beside him once more. “Then try this one. My next choice is to ask the Ta-Matoran for help.” And that didn’t sit well with Kesian at all. “Second-thought, let’s talk.” Review Topic
  7. Hey! Awesome premise! I love when we get new stuff in the library!! I can't tell you more than what BS01 and the Bionicle Wiki can, but I always try to establish a plausible headcanon where official details are lacking, and run with it. Apologies in advance if this is stuff you already know, but here goes - I would definitely look at BS01's Timeline, (specifically, 'History of the Matoran Universe')where you can get an idea of recent, concurrent, and future events for your time period. Example: there are no Kanoka disks or chutes or Vahki during the Matoran Civil War, and the fact that there was such a devastating war kind of makes sense why a Vahki force would be useful. The Matoran Civil War caused a widespread lack of labor within Metru Nui, which is kind of like an aneurysm to the Great Spirit Robot. Whether that was due to in-fighting keeping Matoran from working or lack of laborers after the Archives Massacre (or both, probably both, IMO), isn't known for sure. The whole universe started going south, and cue Jovan and his Ignika quest. Again, this is all on the BS01 page under Jovan's Team link. (see also Great Disruption) Elda user to locate the Ignika, Olmak to avoid the electrical storms in Karda Nui (the 'getaway driver', if you will', and you're able to fill the rest of the slots with whichever MOCs/OCs you please. That's one of the reasons I love the MU history time period(s), leaves so much creative space. To answer your question about Toa Dume - from the 'History of the Matoran Universe' timeline bit: 60,000 years before Great Cataclysm (BGC) - Time slip initiated by Great Spirit, all by Order of Mata Nui Members have memory erased. (the only event listed definitely between these two is Makuta species evolving to antidermis) 17,500 years BGC Dume is first mentioned, saving the life of Matoran Lhikan. 15,000 years BGC, Dume achieves destiny, becomes Metru Nui's head honcho. It's definitely possible Dume was a Toa, but 60,000+ to 15,000 years as a Toa seems like a long time. But also, we don't have a lot of reference points for a normal 'Toa-span'. The Metru were Toa for like a year, the Mata were created as Toa, etc. If canon-compliance and canonical plausibility is what you're going for, I'd say essentially what has already been said - bop around on BS01 (The Bionicle Wiki should not be discounted). I find it personally helpful to compile my 'research notes' in one place for easy reference in internal consistency. Find out what's canon, find where there's wiggle room, and have fun. Happy writing! I'll keep an eye out for your epic!
  8. What a great tradition! I bet there will be awesome stories from it in the future
  9. Whoa!! Phantump is kind of spot on!! Haha, regrettably, I'm a bit behind on latest pokemon generations (I think the last game I played was Diamond, although I do play Showdown and have played some fan versions with newer generations included). And Hallopeno is genius, I LOVE it! Got a bona fide chuckle out of me
  10. Haha you give me too much credit!! I just made sure there was enough water, and that was about it XD And I am totally open to name suggestions! Yes!! I definitely am getting the Litwick vibes!! Definitely will keep an eye out for other carvings later in October from you, then!
  11. Alternative blog post title: A Plantastic Day Part 2! My pepper plants' peppers finally ripened! So I didn't actually get pictures of them all because I gave two of them away to friends before they fruited (Midgy who ended up being pretty sizeable), and Shelly, who outgrew his pot-mates, and killed them (mwahaha). They grew up so fast I was inspired by @Bambi's Halloween Pineapple. It's really great and I want plant-o-lanterns to be a thing so bad. I now have a halloween pepper, originally intended to be a ^ _ ^ face, but obviously that didn't work. I fancy it to be more like a D: face, now. And yes, I did stick pins in his scalp after I scalped it off him to put the candle in, because it kept smothering the candle. I like to think it adds to the halloween aesthetic.
  12. Aderia

    Halloween Pineapple

    Can we make this a thing? This is superb!
  13. Here's the other trooper helmet thing I mentioned, this was the most convenient way to share! 5 points if you recognize it! 


  14. I'm a huge sucker for all things Metru Nui, I'm pretty sure for nostalgia reasons. Like, the books were coming out right when I was getting old enough to read on my own (I'm slightly paranoid my timeline is wrong and I'm implying that I learned to read at the age of 10 or something really off like that..) I think Mata Nui didn't stick with me as much because my Dad would read the Bionicle Chronicles books to us, and he would ham it up with the names (I distinctly remember Lewa being Louie, sometimes King Louie, like in the Jungle Book XD ), so my interest remained limited. The Metru Nui era, though, I was old enough to tackle on my own, and it just stuck with me. But when I actually went back and read the Bionicle Adventure books as a (somewhat more) grown up, it really seemed more like an authoritarian industrialized dystopia. Like, the Vahki get you if you enjoy anything besides going to work. Granted, those books were only a small snapshot of the City of Legends in its last days, under control of a usurper. But all the more need for Toa-heroes, right?
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