#makutu

[berie-kat]

Doodles from my hoilday that I forgot abt hehe

Did I draw angst for Toa in my Au? Yes, why? Bc I wanna make trauma

I love this Au so much, but I still gotta work on the world building for it to make sense. I hope I can execute it well enough.

Also a doodle of my oc I’ve made a long time ago, I decided to redesign her outfit. Shes apart of this story I’ve made and hopefully one day make somn out of it

But for now bye!

[servetolive]

via @passagetomb

[hellbleided]

book / pretend i sent this from andrew to aaron. andrew's trying to understand what aaron sees in katelyn, starting from reading one of her fave books with aaron together?

andrew tapped his finger against a spot beside aaron's arm, and aaron turned the page. the twins lounged on a set of mismatched beanbags, aaron faced the window where sunlight fell over his bare legs and andrew was behind him, draped over his own beanbag so that he could read over aaron's shoulder.

in aarons hands was a small worn out paperback, the cover was a dark shade of green with a title in muted red that aaron had long since given up on trying to pronounce. it was katelyns. the only book she had brought with her from home, she'd said it was her favourite and aaron could kind of see why. a collection of short stories written in first person. grounded in reality with a strange earthy sense of humor throughout, save for a few words in a language that he didn't recognize, the stories were easy to get through and memorable even after he moved onto the next.

the twins read in silence. aaron was a faster reader than andrew and every time aaron had to wait for andrew to finish a page, it gave him too much time to think. he wondered why andrew was reading it. wondered why he'd joined him instead of just taking it when aaron finished it or set it down. but most of all, aaron wondered what andrew thought about the stories they were reading. when aaron smiled or snorted at something funny, did andrew feel the same way? when something sad happened that made aaron's chest ache, did andrew experience it too? what did he think about mrs. jones? about the tough old mailwoman who didn't let mr. hohepa intimidate her? he wanted to know, but he didn't ask.

andrew tapped the spot beside his arm and aaron turned the page.

[journal-number-3]

Me: wouldn't it be fucked up if Makutu used Toa's friends and specifically Felix to force him into a fight

Makutu: *does literally that*

Me: :0

[write-this-please-and-thank-you]

Magic in the Jungle

“Where are we going?” Dominic asked as he stumbled clumsily after Lily.

“Remember that lake full of man-eating magical creatures I told you about?” Lily called down from her perch in the trees above.

Dominic tripped over a root and fell face-first into a puddle. He spat out a mouthful of mud and clambered back to his feet. “Which one?”

Lily leapt from branch to branch with annoying agility and gracefulness. “The one with the weeds that pull you down and try to drown you.”

“Oh… So why are we going there?”

“We’re going to jump in.”

Dominic tripped and fell again.

“ARE YOU INSANE?”

“Of course I am.”

“That is the stupidest idea you have ever come up with. And that’s saying a lot.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Dominic could hear the smirk in her voice. “Only a complete idiot would follow me.”

Dominic gritted his teeth in frustration. He fervently hoped he could learn the secrets of the Makutu tribe quickly before this batshit crazy girl got him killed.

There was a loud roar and splash up ahead. He could hear Lily hollering excitedly for him to "hurry up or I'll set Momo on you".  

Dominic took a deep breath and ploughed ahead. Judging by his position, he was highly positive that Lily had finally found an entertaining enough way to end his miserable life.

Summary:

Dominic is an orphan and a captive of the Makutu hunters, who hunt the people of the Makutu tribe, as the name suggests. He is forced into the jungle with the other captives to blindly stumble through the deadly jungle to find the fiercely territorial Makutu. Many don’t come back alive, and those who do are sent back in until they meet the same fate. Dominic does not have high hopes of staying alive.

Then he meets Lily, a determined rule-breaker and talented hunter—a girl of the Makutu tribe. This is when he learns why the Makutu tribe is hunted.

They know magic. Witchcraft.

They have Makutu flowing through their veins. 

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Prologue:

Dominic ran for the opening, his only way out—to freedom. An arrow zipped past his head and flew who knew where. For some strange reason, the arrows never seemed to hit the trees.

 There was a terrible howl of pain.

 He willed himself not to look, but his eyes were drawn to the source.

 Through the low-hanging limbs of trees and leaves, Dominic watched a woman fall. A feathered arrow stuck out of her back. Crimson blood was splattered over her body, seeping into her filthy clothes. Dominic’s stomach lurched. He faltered.

 The old man’s voice seemed to echo throughout the jungle.

 People die in those jungles. There’s no turning back once you go in. The trees swallow you up. Strange things live in them. You die when you go in; you die if you come out. We’re all dead. Dead.

He cleared the trees and burst into fresh air.

 Dominic felt his legs give way and he tumbled to the ground.

 He crawled away from the jungle, scrabbling on his hands and knees. He needed to get away from that place of death. He had to get away. He had to.

 The bloodcurdling scream reverberated in his head, filling his mind and consuming his thoughts. We’re all dead. Dead.

 Two rough hands grabbed him by the scruff.

 Dead.

 He heaved and vomited onto the ground. There was a cry of disgust, and Dominic found himself thrown onto the ground.

 He retched and coughed, rocks and stones digging into his hands and knees.

 “Filth.” Someone spat on his back.

 Sucking in a breath, Dominic weakly lifted his head. It was one of the hunters. His face was hidden behind cloth. Only two mean, dark eyes could be seen. A manacle was chained back to Dominic‘s ankle.

 The hunter spat on him once more before turning away.

 Exhausted, Dominic sat back. He tugged his ankle that was chained to a long pole driven into the ground. The Hunters weren’t taking any chances with last night’s attempted escape. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the pole savoring each breath of air, though smoky and polluted.

  After who knew how long, he was thrown a scrap as sustenance. Dominic painstakingly tore the piece of bread into impossibly smaller halves and hungrily gobbled one up. The bread was stale. He didn’t care.

 His stomach still craving for more, Dominic clutched the remaining scrap in his hand, trying to keep it as clean as possible for Justin.

 Justin. The only person he could call a friend. And the person who had threatened to stab him if he stole any more scraps from him at knifepoint. A hollow, humourless laugh bubbled forth from his lips. It weedled off into a sigh. This was what his life was reduced to.

 Dominic spent the rest of his time before nightfall watching the jungle for Justin and trying to keep the day’s horrific images out of his mind. But the sun was soon gone, and the hunters took their places guarding the campsite, keeping them captives and keeping nighttime creatures out.

 Justin never came out.

 He squeezed his eyes shut tight and curled into the smallest ball he could manage.

 The other half of the bread lay on the ground and someone grabbed it. He didn’t care anymore. He’d lost his appetite.

 His breathing was ragged.

 People die in that jungle.

 We’re all dead.

 Dead.

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Author's notes:

I wrote this way back in 2019, and according to my (very sparse) notes, this was inspired by my short-lived obsession with guerilla warfare in jungles. Apparently, I was also inspired by the conflict in the Golden Triangle of ASEAN, though didn't do much research before jumping into writing.

I like what I have so far, but I'm a little bored with the premise of the main character being introduced to a magical society with a companion who guides him. I feel like there needs to be a more exciting or interesting element to the story, OR very fascinating worldbuilding.

[y2fear]

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[kikotapasando]

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[naijaplux]

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[anthonygleich]

Lilia 1st Birthday (at Makutu's Island Chandler) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoQLYKXPl3l/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[otherwindow]

Caved in and did the sixfanarts challenge from twitter 👀

[galena-bismon]

The big buff tattooed Polynesian horsemen of apocalypse whose names starts with "Ma"

Edit: I didn't include Gibraltar from Apex bc I'm not sure if he has any tattoos

Tanks @baphomet-is-a-trans-lesbian for mentioning Roadhog

[frogeyedape]

https://www.rnz.co.nz/national/programmes/afternoons/audio/2018733149/dr-nepia-mahuika-explains-makutu-and-its-history

More reading to follow!

[dragonhuntx]

[Gift] Noah Makutu

Felt like drawing one of my good friends on FFXIV's character. He's an adorable moon Miko'te that mains astrologian, but jack of all trades of max classes and crafters~

(I forgot to draw their earring, but it's fine. It's still ok I think) I hope he and yous likes it~

Game: Final Fantasy XIV Online (Square Enix) Art: Dragonhuntx

[deathbypickles]

Makutu in Bleeding Edge

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[whitewaterpaper]

[film] Belief: The Possession of Janet Moses (2015)  [NZ]

¡Oi! Spoilers, stavfel och alternativa fakta kan förekomma rakt föröver!

INLEDNING. | David Stubbs står för både regi och manus i den här dokumentären om ett exorcism-fall på Nya Zeeland 2007.

HANDLING. | Janet Moses har nyligen förlorat sin farmor, har insett att hennes pojkvän varit otrogen och lider antagligen av någon form av psykisk ohälsa. När hon till synes har problem med att hantera all smärta i hennes liv kliver hennes familj in och försöker hjälpa henne... Efter en fem dagar lång exorcism* ligger hon död på golvet efter att ha tvingats dricka så mycket vatten så hon bokstavligen drunknar...

KARAKTÄRER. | Kura Forrester är det som får uppdraget att ge liv åt en kvinna som inte längre finns med oss. Och hennes porträtt är tämligen grundläggande: en vanlig tjej som gått in i väggen. Hårt. det i kombination med att hon antagligen led av en någon form av mental ohälsa skall visa sig fatal. Och runt henne släktingar som i någon form av religiös/spirituell frenesi tappar allt vett och sans i jakten på de demoner som jagar henne. Genom de dramatiserade intervjuerna lär vi känna personer som kanske fortfarande inte förstår, och genomgående i filmen har vi känslan av att några av karaktärerna gräver sin egen grav.

SAMHÄLLE. | Det är inspelad i Wainuiomata (en förort till Wellington) där den ursprungliga historien utspelar sig. Det ger en bild av människor som lever bra men som kanske inte tillhör de rika och berömda. Till stora delar utspelar den sig i ett och samma hus och rum, vilket bridrar till att man förnimmer en tilldragande klaustrofobisk känsla. Världen utanför upphör en smula att existera, kvar finns bara den ondska som cirkulerar historien.

FORM. | Det är en udda känsla av att vara fiktion och fakta på en och samma gång. Här och där får vi se äkta arkivbilder men jag har en känsla av att det mesta är dramatiserat för filmen. Kanske är det därför som filmen är så obehaglig, det här är inte en historia där man leker med vad som kan och inte kan ha hänt, det är en berättelse om vad som sägs faktiskt skedde.

KOMPOSITION. | Till stora delar får vi lära känna historien kronologiskt genom ögonen på dem som senare skall dömas för dråp. Och eftersom Janet själv inte överlevde för att berätta sin sida av historien så kommer hon heller inte till tals. Men genom en 14årig kvinnlig släkting till Janet (som anklagades att vara utsatt för samma förbannelse) ser vi bilden av en liten grupp människor som uppiskade av sin hysteri knappt lyssnar när de ceremoniellt häller allt mer vatten på offren.

BUDSKAP. | Den här filmen visar att det öde som Anneliese Michel mötte 1976 inte på något vis är något det moderna samhället är immun emot. Unikt med den här historien är dock kanske att ingen riktigt vet vart idén om att Janet Moses var besatt av något kom i från, ingen av familjemedlemmarna hade någon insyn heller hur en ritual egentligen skall gå till. Man improviserade sig helt enkelt fram och när Janet ligger död fortsätter man helt sonika med den 14åringen. Huvudbudskapet, vad grupptryck och okunskap gör med människor (och framför allt vad det kan få människor att göra mot andra människor) är talande.

DISKUSSION & OMDÖME. | Det är svårt att inte bli berörd av den här filmen vars styrka givetvis ligger i dess verklighetsbakgrund. Den här filmen dediceras till Janet Moses och vill gärna berätta hennes historia så den inte glöms så kanske att man gärna fått beröra ämnet mental ohälsa lite mer. Visst kan det vara farligt att spekulera i vad som egentligen pågick i Janets liv och huvud, när hon själv inte finns här och kan bringa reda i saken, men en eller ett par teorier i kontrast till släktingarnas påhitt hade varit intressant. Liksom Anneliese Michel är Janet Moses ett livsöde som är lika intressant som tragiskt. En både bra och intressant film som väcker obehag och sympati på en och samma gång.

*) Med exorcism menas här den maoriska varianten “mākutu lifting”

Vill man veta mer om fallet finns lite information och artiklar på Wikipedia.