#ak 11

[jokerologist]

Ectober Day 11: Dread

[day-at-rhodes-island]

I must say, that scene at the end of Return To Mist where Doctor realizes, "If I don't let go of Amiya I'm going to die too," and then just doesn't let her go, really got me good.

They knew they couldn't protect her, they knew there would be no point in them dying there, but they are never going to leave her again. Abandoning their daughter was never even an option in their mind.

[pedroam-bang]

Peter Quinn - Homeland (2011-2020)

[stormbreaker-290]

Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

ANOTHER!!!!!!! YIIPPPEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

[gaemms-chamois]

breaking news: local ak furry artist buying her first fursuit

[puckpocketed]

IM GETTIBG WORD MR CECI IS KNOWN FOR A MONUMENTAL WHIFF ……? oh my god .

[janhetjoch]

Me pretending to be an American: Oh yeehaw I'll never forger 9/11 when the flew that plane into the twin towers. Pew pew hamburger

[easy2hate]

I didn't even question "Awsten admitted to being an omega on main" because that completely feels like something he would do as a bit

no yea i read that ask and just kinda wondered if awsten had said something on twitter that i had missed

[lmelodie]

I forgot about the June Prompts, sorry! I'm gonna go with flower crown 🌸☺️

Okay so I don't have as much of an answer as I want for this ask, because this specific prompt ties in kind nicely with my Mother Nature origin story I wanna put together!

So we have a little snippet of a little something and concept art of Terra’s sisters! Primrose and Violet! The only family she’s ever had. 

Mother Nature “grew up” in a very tumultuous time. There was all kinds of constant fighting between sprite colonies for resources and land, essentially growing up in kind of a war time. Never knowing when the next raid will be, always having to prepare to defend yourself and your loved ones, it's mostly why she (like a badass) set up the realms system and relative world peace. 

About those to individually: Violet is the levelheaded one. She’s basically acting chieftess as the previous one, Mother Irva, was captured. And she’s SO TIRED, she’s just trying to keep everything together as best she can.

(And yeah, her crown is based on her shield, and she wears Prims neck piece okay, I LOVE THEM)

And Primrose is the stereotypically bubbly one. She’s trying her damn best to keep everyone spirits up and helps put where she can, but doesnt want to step on her sister's toes, knowing how stressed she is already. 

And the reason that flower crowns fit this diatribe is because Prim loved doing both her sister's hair. She gave Terra her first style with all the flowers in the world! And when Father Time eventually enters the scene, he takes over in her family's stead and puts flowers in her hair when she needs to destress. 

Her entire origin story is probably gonna have to be a multichapter DEAL, but here is a tiny little snippet of the catalyst for first meeting Father Time. 

She fell to her knees, tripping from a stray rock on her path, sliding on her side against the ground before frantically trying to get back up again. Desperately scraping against the ground until her feet caught and she took off running again, the adrenaline pushed away any pain from the scratches and bruises and kept the nymph running through the wooded forest. Her chest heaving with the pounding of her feet when a sharp arrow zipped by in her periphery. They were getting closer, no matter how fast she could run, or how much her body trembles trying to keep pace.

“PRIM!”

Her sister's voice called out to her from up ahead of the trail. Another arrow nearly brushes against her shoulder and lodged itself in the ground in front of her as she sprints. She sees her sister's figure quickly cresting over the hill far up the path, what's left of the townspeople farther ahead than her. She gets distracted by the familiar presence and falters.

A sharp whistle and a flesh splintering scream signals her downfall. She trips over herself and harshly lands back on the ground with a lucky arrow sticking out of the back of her calf. 

“PRIMROSE!”

Her sister calls out to her and rushes back down the path, collapsing next to her on the ground. Obviously, the wound is treatable, she could even treat it herself had she the time; but that was the one thing they never seemed to have on their side. 

“Vi get out, take it and leave…” Primrose sputtered through sharp gasps and grunts. Her tremored hand reaching back to take something from the satchel on her hip.

“No! I am not leaving you here, you are no prey animal,” Violet's hand stops her sister's hand. She brute forces her into sitting back up and standing, bracing her weight with Prim’s arm around her shoulders.

But they couldn't get even a few wobbly steps back on their way before more arrows came flying past them, and the mob they have been outrunning finally catches up to them. A horde of goblins charging up to the pair and surrounding them in a tight circle, on all fours, snapping their jaws at their ankles. 

Violet instinctively takes out the small dagger from her leg holders, twisting and turning to survey the crowd, watching the archers prime their bows and the spearmen sharpen their blades, taking cautionary swings at them. She holds her injured sister as close as possible with her blade pointed to any of the attackers while looking for any kind of escape, only to find that there was none. 

A goblin from the back in what looked to be a stone helmet, scrambled up on the shoulders of one of his soldiers to see the catch. He grins wickedly and shouts to his controlled masses.

“Take them! Don't bother being gentle, they have enough healing power to live.”

In the writhing mass of soldiers, a deliberate few ready the twine crafted nets. Prim yelps as one of them bites down on her good ankle, Violet doing much the same when another springs up to chomp down on her arm. The poking and prodding only intensifies, teasing the idea of beating them down senseless before capture. The warm closing in on them and attempting to drown the pair.

But in the middle of such an attempt the air suddenly shifted. The winds around them changed, shifted course with a hushed whisper on its back. The gale picking up speed catches the attention of the general.

“WAIT! Hold it!”

The assailants hesitantly stop, some still with their jaws clamped down onto the nymph flesh.

The wind continued to whisper, it howled as it grew colder, stirring suspicion in the general who cautiously sniffs the air and holds up the silent hand signal to his crew. The hunters on the outside circle turned to the woods around them, readying their weapons in whatever direction outwards, listening and waiting.

A sudden bright, blinding flash of the heavens shone down upon the horde from some unknown source. The army screeches and buries their collective faces into whatever they could find to save their vision, skittering amongst themselves in confusion.

Then the ground beneath them starts rumbling, breaking and eventually cracking under everyone's feet. The earth heaving and churning in on itself like the ocean's surface, violently tossing about like a storm, sending bouts of goblins flying in every which way. The ones closest to the sisters immediately break formation as they are pulled away and can only focus on staying on solid ground, to little success.

Violet and Prim also struggle for a moment before judding rock formations violently spring out from the ground, one by one diagonally forming a protective circle around them. Other such crags were summoned to further divide the army, sending more soldiers into the air to impact directly from the outcroppings or onto the writhing ground. 

Before they could fully retreat, the wind pulled itself into a single spot on top of one of the rocks. Hovering and taking form on the rampart, the wind and leaves gave way to a body and color. A tall, dark-skinned woman perched carefully on the tip of the stone to look over the army in disarray. Her hair, wild and unruly, littered with leaves and petals, flaps with her cloak in the breeze. 

The goblins look, and she sneers back, thunder heard in the not-so-far distance. She raises her arms out with her open palms aglow. “Tell your king that Terra sent you.”

A swift raise and flail of her arms sends the ground below them rip cording out from the center point, finally and violently dispersing the swarm. The light dims, and rows of goblins land on the now steady and unforgiving ground and quickly pick themselves up to scurry away as fast as their tiny legs could carry them. A handful of them did not get back up again, their forms glowing and disappearing into a bright red surge of sparkle, fizzing up into the air and making a b-line back to their forge cluster.

[asuiru]

i win

this is so funny

[cheswirls]

wahhh unsuccessful aokuro day tho i did watch part of 2 separate episodes n that was sufficient enough. ik the bigger day is in may so hopefully there will be more by then

[sapsolais]

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[plsleafmelon]

i keep forgetting to reach 11-3 in ak (im at 10-2) for the t5 salt recipe and also doing the hi3 event that has like,,, 10 days left. i just left the part with kira and cecelia and they are alrd maxed and also that rerun event with main gang and and uh uh my weeklies and dailies and uhmmmmmm grinding grim for my last spoon so i can have one maxed copy of spoon in gbf and then casually tiering in pjsk and and grinding for dhil in hsr and um.

[chaithetics]

THE TREATY PRINCIPLES BILL IS BEING PRESENTED TO THE HOUSE TOMORROW!!!!!!!

EDIT: Here's a link with more info on the Bill and it's contents and breaches!

This matters to EVERYONE in our country! If you're Māori this is about our LITERAL existence, if you're Pākehā, tauiwi, tangata Tiriti this concerns you because Tiriti is what gives you the privilege of existing on this whenua! The Waitangi Tribunal has already said this Bill will be the biggest Waitangi breach ever. YOU have a responsibility to do something.

ACT, our coalition government, and the Ministry of Justice have been intentionally keeping this bill under the wraps. Mad mihi to the MoJ analyst who leaked that draft though (I'm sure they got sacked if not massive repercussions).

What we know so far is that Te Pāti Māori, Green Party, and Labour WILL NOT be voting for this and that ACT, NZ First, and National WILL be voting for this tomorrow. NZ First and National have said that they WILL NOT support this Bill after its first reading so it will go to Select Committee and then die at first reading.

National and NZ First have said they'll only support this Bill to first reading (thankfully) but there is always the chance of closed door promises & favours and we still need to advocate for this disgusting bill to die.

I'll post more about submissions when they open for Select Committee but I'm happy to help answer questions or help with that and the process.

But the racist idiots to email and drill in that you DO NOT want this Bill are...

ACT MPs

1. David Seymour (Email: David.Seymour@parliament.govt.nz ) (the one bigoted brain cell behind this bill)

2. Brooke Van Velden (Brooke.Vanvelden@parliament.govt.nz)

3. Nicole McKee (Nicole.McKee@parliament.govt.z)

4. Todd Stephenson (Todd.Stephenson@parliament.govt.nz)

5. Andrew Hoggard (Andrew.Hoggard@parliament.govt.nz)

6. Karen Chhour (Karen.Chhour@parliament.govt.nz)

7. Mark Cameron (Mark.Cameron@parliament.govt.nz)

8. Simon Court (Simon.Court@parliament.govt.nz)

9. Parmjeet Parmat (Parmjeet.Parmat@parliament.govt.nz)

10. Laura Trask (Laura.Trask@parliament.govt.nz)

11. Cameron Luxton (Cameron.Luxton@parliament.govt.nz)

AND

- Prime Minister Christopher Luxon (Christopher.Luxon@parliament.govt.nz)

- Deputy Prime Minister Winston Peters (Winston.Peters@parliament.govt.nz)

If you're able to participate with any part of the hīkoi please do and please be safe!!!!

Toitū te Tiriti! Ake ake ake!

[jude-thedude98]

Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: Come Here Cocoa Pt. 1 https://anchor.fm/mrpoetall/episodes/Come-Here-Cocoa-Pt--1-e25o58h

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