Steel Becomes Rust: Steven Shore

Primordial Battles

“Sketches based on depictions found in one of the first instances of the Witnesses’ Art, showcasing equally primordial times. Those engravings depict brutal battles fought by powerful warriors, amongst themselves as well as against mighty beasts that bear a resemblance to Rahi. Though some of those warriors seem to wear coverings that share likeness to Kanohi masks, others appear to possess exposed heads with jawbone structure, and instead choose to adorn themselves with particular markings on their foreheads. There are many mysteries to the meaning of those engravings and the nature of the beings depicted on them. Currently, the only lead lies in the presence of waters possessing transformative properties, something that is consistent with the power of the mystical Silver..”

Some mocs that did a while ago. Posted them on Twitter so I'll post them here. One is a toa of time that I made. The other is a hammer design that I'll most likely use for my non-bionicle characters (You'll see at some point). If you want know how to make the hammer just get this post to like 10 likes and I'll probably do it.

Rahkshi Kal

art of a 2 Rahkshi + bohrok kal combiner i came up with for maskzine

Urgent help

I am Ola Ferwana from Palestine ,Gaza. I'm a mother of 3 kids Yamen, Qusai and Mira. My husband travelled to Egypt to get medicines before 2 days of the war 7 of October on Gaza and he was stuck in Egypt until this moment.

I faced very great challenges and responsibilities of my three children in the absence of my husband, as he had traveled and the crossing was closed and we could not see each other. The amount of suffering I was feeling cannot be described as still being in the north of Gaza.I am reaching out to you today with a heavy heart and a plea for urgent assistance. I have left my home and have been displaced more than 8 times with my children. I am living in the war_torn region of Gaza, facing unimaginable challenges, with lack of water, food scarcity, and constant threats to their safety.

This is our street of my house, the Israeli occupation damaged all the houses.

I have delivered a girl baby,Mira , through the war, She was 10 months old and my husband didn't see her until this moment.

Yaman was 7 years old, and his simplest dream was to complete the first grade at school, but his school was completely destroyed. He lost the most beautiful thing that he was happy with and enjoyed that he had reached this stage.

Qusai is 5 years old, and until this moment I do not have the courage to tell him that his kindergarten was also destroyed, the first place and refuge in which he was happy, but in this war he lost everything beautiful. He lost his father’s hug, which was his only refuge when he slept at night, telling him his daily story to fall asleep safety.

Mira, my daughter, who had never seen an hour or a moment devoid of fear, came into this world and was surprised by a war that destroyed many, many things. It destroyed her house and her room, which I was waiting for as I prepared and brought her all the beautiful clothes and colorful dresses she needed. She was surprised by the sound of missiles. She could not sleep because of it. My husband hopes to get a smile and a hug from her daughter Which he had been waiting for some time.

We lack of the basic human needs, no food no electricity no water. We were poisoned and infected because of the unhealthy water that we drink.

My three children and I had to be hospitalized. We suffered from liver dysfunction as a result of malnutrition, widespread diseases, and recurring infection.

During this period, I felt remorseful about how difficult it is for a mother to see her children sick and unable to treat them because she is also very sick.

The Rafah border crossing, which is the only way to escape from the war, is closed now.

I hope to provide us by giving support in order to cover the costs associated with ensuring our safe passage of Egypt through the borders. Please stand with me, we are now homeless, with absence of children needs like milk, diapers, with no food. Please help us by donation to stay a live and leave Gaza with my children. Share this link as you can as possible .

https://gofund.me/4e896ac1

If it is opened, I can't go to Egypt as I don't have the money because my husband is the sole breadwinner for my family.

Thank you for your kindness, empathy and generosity during this challenging time.With sincere thanks and warm regards,

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Please donate or share it as much as you can

Every donation make a different for me.

This is the link

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Thank you,

Ola

if you don't do anything else today,

Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.

have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.

and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.

black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.

if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.

This is Juneteenth.

white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.

But what if I used my mask of mind control?

You need to draw the noceda siblings rocking out together now

🔫

(JK you don't need to if you don't want to that was such a sweet moment tho :3)

I was already doodling it so I might as well. :P

"TELL THAT FOGEY OLD MAN - I'M NEVER, EVER - GONNA BE WHAT HE WANTS~!"

The Keeper

As the endless river of time flows, the Keeper watches as new stories unfold, each one linked to its past.

Voices filled the Haddock home as guests filed into the large living room, drinks in hand, to circle the television. The channel was already set to a live report of New York City. Laughter intermingled with drunk chatter made louder thanks to Tuffnut hooting and hollering for the ball to drop. Astrid slinked past him, her parrot Stormfly grabbing their friend’s beer. 

Tuffnut wobbled to and fro with a stupid grin on his face. He flopped against Snotlout who shoved him backwards into his sister Ruffnut’s arms. Her twin squinted at her then giggled.

“Heeeeey~ R. Did…did we always h-h-have two sisters?” Tuffnut slurred.

Ruffnut pulled her arms back, letting her brother drop to the floor. Rolling her eyes, Ruffnut stepped over him walking through the crowd. She pushed her way past until she reached the host Stoick who was making idle chit chat. She reached up awkwardly, tapping his shoulder. 

Stoick half turned, mouth already open and annoyance flashing across his face. Upon seeing her, his rosy cheeks  pinched. 

“Oh Ruffnut, it’s you. Thought that was your brother- why is he on the floor?” Stoick asked, gawking at the blond on the floor with Fishlegs hovering over him while his bulldog Meatlug chewed on his dreads. 

Ruffnut shrugged while casting him an innocent look.

“He fell?”

Stoick pinched the bridge of his nose as Ruffnut teetered back and forth on her heels, hands clasped behind her. Leaning to look behind him, Ruffnut glanced up at him and asked, “Soooo, uh, where’s Hiccup?”

At the mention of his son’s nickname, Stoick’s annoyance melted away like snow. In its place a flash of concern; Stoick peered over his shoulder towards the stairs. His mouth formed a thin line which made Ruffnut suddenly stand straight. 

“Is he…not here?” Ruffnut asked in a surprisingly soft voice. 

Stoick shot her a strange look. She mentally slapped herself, clearing her throat Ruffnut waved her hand dismissively. The wheels in her brain started to spin like mad. It hit her then. 

“Pfft, that’s a dumb question! Course he’s here. All the comic book stores are closed right now, so he’s got nowhere to be except home? Eh?” Ruffnut blurted out, tugging her braid and her eyes darting around. She shot the host a sheepish look. 

Stoick opened his mouth when a metal hand rested upon his shoulder. 

“Aye, the lad’s here! Up in his room to be precise. Though don’t expect him to be wantin’ any company, Ruff.” Gobber said as he snatched Stoick’s wine glass away, taking a swig before waving his glass around. Stoick’s left eye twitched with the glass’ contents sloshing around the top. A few droplets splashed against Gobber’s shirt. Stoick spun away from Ruffnut then.

“Gobber, I swear if you get red wine on that new rug you’ll be losing your other hand. Now give it back!” Stoick snapped while grabbing his drink.

Ruffnut snorted a little seeing two grown men argue like toddlers over wine. She looked past them towards the stairs. The guests were focused on Gobber and Stoick now. Even their friends. While all eyes were on the two older men, Ruffnut slipped away. She poked her head out into the hallway, and seeing the coast was clear she bolted towards the stairs skipping every step. Even in the dim light she found her way to Hiccup’s room. 

The door was cracked open. 

She pushed it open, just enough for her to shimmy inside then went to shut the door. A soft whine ghosted against her back followed by a groan.

“Daaaad. Leave it ajar for Tooth.” Hiccup’s raspy voice echoed through the room. 

“Dude, you sound like death,” Ruffnut said leaving the door cracked, she walked over to his bed. Hiccup murmured her name in surprise. She sat on the edge, and nearly jumped out of her skin at a yelp. Even in the dark, she could feel Toothless scowl at her. The lab huffed then hopped off the bed to lay in his own doggy bed. Ruffnut rolled her eyes, murmuring a curt apology. She turned her attention back onto Hiccup who pulled the covers over his head. She leaned closer to see better then sighed. Ruffnut curled her fingers around the curtain.

“Ruff, don’t.”

She arched her brow.

“Uh why?”

“The light hurts my eyes…” Hiccup said weakly.

Her hand fell from the curtain.

Ruffnut crawled behind Hiccup, pulling the comforter up and over herself. Hiccup remained quiet until her arms wrapped around his waist, her thumb drawing circles over his hip bone. His hands rested against hers then pulled them apart. Ruffnut’s mouth opened then slammed shut as Hiccup rolled around and buried his face into her neck. His messy air tickled her nose, his breath against her skin sent chills down her spine. It was his turn to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Ruffnut smiled, cradling him in her arms. 

She ran her fingers through his hair, and whispered, “Migraine on New Year’s Eve? You have the worst luck, Hic.”

He snorted, Hiccup peppered kisses against her collarbone. 

“Hey, get to start the year with you in my arms. So not the worst luck, I say.” 

“Mhm~.” Ruffnut murmured then yelped at something cold pressed against her feet. 

She half shoved him back, her eyes finally adjusting the light to see that stupid devious grin etched across his face. Her eyes grew wide at toes drumming against her foot. She barked out a laugh while he stuck his tongue out at her. 

“Seriously, Hiccup? What are you five?” “Well I’m dating you, aren’t I”

“Are you saying I’m a bad influence?”

“Maybe~”

She playfully tugged at his hair earning her a sweet honey laugh. The room suddenly shook as a huge uproar bellowed from below. Hiccup once more buried his face into her neck with a groan, hugging her tight. 

“They’ll notice you’re gone, Ruff.” Hiccup murmured.

She shrugged.

“Eh, I doubt it. Your dad and the others were pretty drunk by the time I left. Not like anyone would notice…” She muttered. 

Hiccup lifted his head.

“I would.”

Smiling, Ruffnut pressed a quick kiss to his nose then pressed his face into her neck again. She chewed her inner cheek for a moment. “Will it be bad, if we just missed the countdown?” She asked aloud.

Her boyfriend shrugged.

“We have next  year to join, right?” 

He grinned hearing his girlfriend chortling.

~~~

More writing this year I promise! Thank y’all who’ve been waiting and been patient. We also need more Ruffcup~

Abandoned hotels at Park Ave and Eddystone in Detroit

Circa 2015 photo by Jon DeBoer