#maul mart

[fourturtleloved]

I've been wanting to make this webcomic for 7 years now. For the past couple of days, I decided that I'll do what I used to do in middle school- just start drawing and figure stuff out along the way. I got the basics of the world and characters thought up, but the thing holding me back is constantly trying to refine it. If I keep refining it, I'll never get it out.

So, here's the first couple of pages and a Prelog of sorts for Maul Mart - a slice of life sort of thing about a young woman struggling to survive in a capitalistic world much like ours, but with Paranorms, also known as "monsters".

Dunno if I will have a weekly schedule or not, but we will see.

[knavestrolls]

I HAD to draw the Maul Mart look for Shafan, it has me in a chokehold. More permissions posting, this time it's Shafan from @hareofhrair

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on the Jedi in 'The Clone Wars'

Y'all have asked, and Dr. Meat Muffin might be a disgruntled old hag that chugs too much Trader Joe’s bourbon and doodles too much subpar art, but she keeps her promises!

Just so y’all know, if you’re a major character (Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, etc) you keep your name, because it was drilled into Doug’s head over 8 seasons of Clone Wars and the movies. Everyone else, though, Doug gave up and created his own catchphrases for them.

CW: This one's not as spicy as Doug's previous rants regarding Star Wars, but y'all know if y'all know. "It'll all come out in the wash."

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Plo Koon: Ah, Shrimp Daddy. He looks like a shrimp that’s been boiled and left in the sun after a potluck. But my wife LOVES him, she says he has the nicest voice and she wishes he’d narrate some books. I loved him too, he was my favorite. That scene where he tells his clone boys in space that they’re important to him? Ah great. They should have him lead HR meetings. 

Aayla Secura: Babe-the-Blue-Jedi. They sent her away from the Temple because Yoda didn’t want that hotness distracting everyone. Is she and Miguel (Bly?!) dating? They are, right? 

Kit Fisto: Reggae Swamp Thing. Tell me that boy don't look like he lives in the Atchafalaya and bangs on the steel drums all day. I wonder if he stole those shorts from Michael Phelps. He’s cool but does he need to have a tank to swim in on his ship? Does he have gills? I need more info on this guy. 

Adi Gallia: Storm’s Cousin. Doesn’t this chick look like her? She does, right? Maybe she's a Jedi cause she can't control the weather. Didn’t Maul’s brother Saul impale her on his horns and that’s how she died?* Why didn’t Maul do that to Obi-Wan? Maul was obsessed with Obi-Wan, do you think it’s because he had a crush on him after he sliced him in half?

(Doug also ships Obi-Wan with Maul now? IS THERE ANYONE WHO DOUG DOESN'T SHIP OBI-WAN WITH?!)

Shaak-Ti: Ahsoka’s Aunt. They’re totally related. (“No, they’re not.” “Says who?” “Um, EVERYONE?!”) She’s cool, nice to the clone boys. I like her horns. 

Saesee Tiin : Angry Bull Boy. He looks like a minotaur whose daddy left him at a Wal-Mart instead of the Labyrinth after drinking too much.

Deepa Billaba: My Coworker Anu. Seriously! She looks JUST LIKE HER. I even texted her a screenshot, and she used that as her Slack Channel picture for the longest time. Nice lady, she's a good master to Lil Kanan. Hm, Lil Kanan sounds like a rap person my niece would listen to.

Ki-Adi-Mundi: Mutant-Mall-Santa. Look me dead ass in the eye and tell me the man don’t look like he was supposed to hand out presents and ask kids what they want for Christmas and ended up hanging out in toxic waste instead. He's a snotty asshole, I don't like him, he thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.

Luminara Undali: Lady-in-Drape. She’s a green lady, and she wears a drape. Meat Muffin, I'm tired and it's about to snow.

Barriss Offee: Little Lady-in-Drape. Man, she was awful, but she had good points, ya know? Kind of like Darth Maul. Do you think Darth Maul and Obi-Wan ever dated? Or would Obi-Wan’s boyfriend get jealous? 

Quinlan Voss: College-Hippie-Boy. Doesn’t he just look like one of those goofs that fart around with hackysacks all day long? I'd buy weed from him if he was selling, he looks like an exporter and consumer, if you know what I mean.

Even Piall: Dobby the House Jedi. Man he looks like he was on his way to help Harry Potter or something and ended up in a bathrobe with a light saber. Ah well. 

*= Savage is ‘Saul’ and Feral is ‘Paul’. So it’s Maul, Saul, and Paul. I strained a muscle laughing when I got this. 

Tagging my Redneck Doug stans here! @amalthiaph @sued134 @eyecandyeoz @thecoffeelorian @merkitty49 @megmca @skellymomam I missing anyone?

Let me know if I missed any Jedi, those were the ones that came up that Doug didn't immediately recognize.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Role/Reversal AU, Reader keeps hunting small animals for themself and Victor to eat. Little birds, squirrels, chipmunks, even some rabbits. Victor hunts larger animals, as he doesn't want Reader to get gored by a deer or mauled by a grizzly. So, he handles the full meals, and Reader handles the snacks.

Sometimes they stop at small grocery stores or marts in the middle of nowhere, since Reader needs some extra warmth, and both of them like some human snacks and comforts (like pillows water, and jerky). They try not to leave a trace, they don't stay long, and the moment they have what they need they're gone, back to moving so the X-Men don't catch them.

Both of them take turns sleeping at times, in case they need to be alert in a more crowded area, but Reader is the one more likely to sleep during the night. A thunderstorm didn't wake them up, not even a moose that Victor fought, but they woke up the moment he touched them, offering them some fresh slices of their prey. It spooked both of them, as Reader shifted between all three forms of their's.

Reader will sometimes wrap themself around their tall friend like a weird scarf/shawl, craving the warmth and enjoying how no one can really touch them, because they'd have to fight the giant walking sabretooth tiger mutant, and most humans aren't that stupid. Victor likes knowing Reader is close, he just wished they wouldn't dig their claws in when something spooks them...

(If Reader ever got sick, that leads to complications...)

[legomocfodder]

It's been 2,000 days since the finale of Star Wars Rebels, and with the Ahsoka show having premiered this week I wanted to celebrate my posting all of my custom Star Wars Rebels minifigs (plus some official ones to round out the groups)

1st: The Ghost crew, posed like they are in Sabine's mural

2nd: Gregor, Ahsoka, Rex, and Wolffe

3rd: AP-5, Kallus, Commander Sato, Mart Mattin, and Wedge

4th: Numa, Jai Kell, Quarrie, Ryder Azadi, Ketsu Onyo, and Princess Leia

5th: Tristan Wren, Fenn Rau, Bo-Katan, Commander Hawk, and Gar Saxon

6th: Maul, 5th Brother, Grand Inquisitor, 7th Sister, and 8th Brother

7th: Governor Pryce, Brom Titus, Grand Admiral Thrawn, Admiral Konstantine, Rukh, and Lieutenant Lyste

[humankarkat]

Monster Of The Week bullshit please 👀

Oooooh MOTW is a really fun one with a whole lot of lore, buckle up.

It's a full AU my girlfriend and I are fleshing out, that's set like a 90's monster of the week style tv show, a la X-Files or Buffy The Vampire Slayer or something. But, see, the twist is that the entire ghost crew ARE the monsters.

Hera is a real ass space alien who has a cloaking device to disguise herself as human. I felt like the standard twilek alien design wasn't extreme enough for this AU, though, so she's like. A big ol' bug alien, six limbs, chitin, the works. When she has her glamour on, though, she's like, a 5'3" little ginger in pigtail braids. Chopper is her robot assistant, disguised as a corgi. Kanan and Ezra are mediums who can see and talk to ghosts. Sabine is an escaped government super soldier experiment who has super human strength. Zeb is Bigfoot. They all live in an RV called the Ghost and go on adventures across the continental united states in the mid-90's, all while trying to avoid the dedicated FBI agent on their tail, Agent Kallus.

There's a whole lot of fun swaps and modernization that we've been working on, like Attolon being an abandoned military test center in the middle of the New Mexico desert, or Maul being Mothman, or Grand Admiral Thrawn being a real-ass vampire. The Phantom is a Mini Cooper. Lyste is a small town cop from Ezra's hometown. Ahsoka's a park ranger in the middle of West Virginia, and also a different kind of space alien. There's a government conspiracy to use mediums for military experiments. It's a hoot.

Speaking of Attolon and Vampire Thrawn, every time I write a snippet of him, it ends up getting very horror-y, which I think is rather appropriate for him. At Attolon, I felt it would be very thematically relevant and a lot more high-stakes for Sato's self-sacrifice to go... a little differently.

“I can get you that opening,” Sato said quietly.  Hera looked over at him. There was a look of resolve on his face that suddenly made her very nervous. “Sato, what are you doing?”  He stood and peeked around the doorframe that was his cover. “Whatever you do,” he said, his eyes set firmly somewhere on the line of feds in front of them, “make sure Ezra gets out.”  “Jun, wait,” Hera called, but he'd already stepped out from his cover and started towards his target, gun drawn. “Jun!” “What's he doing?” Called Zeb, firing a few shots off to try and cover him.  As Sato approached the barricade, the gunfire paradoxically slowed, the officers hesitating at the bold-faced confidence and single-minded purpose of the man walking towards them. The setting sun glinted off the hilt of his gun as he raised it, and, with a single resounding shot, fired one bullet directly into Konstantine’s head. The General's body seemed to fall in slow motion as every soldier in front of them fell silent.  Silent enough that the crunch of Sato’s windpipe was audible when the Admiral seemed to appear out of the darkness itself to latch his jaws around his throat.  Silent enough for Mart’s strangled cry of despair to ring in the air, Zeb too slow to shield him from the scene.  Sato’s gun slipped from his grip with a clatter. His eyes were wide and glassy as the color drained from his face and out through the gaping wound in his neck, painting Thrawn's uniform a gruesome crimson. The two tumbled to the ground, and through her haze of disbelief Hera realized that Thrawn’s attention was now solely focused on the twitching body beneath him, and the soldiers surrounding them were too stunned to fill the gap left by Konstantine.  “Ezra, go now!” Hera hissed into the radio.

Anyways I have so many thoughts all the time about MOTW, there's so much more to it than this and it's nowhere near something postable but I'm always willing to talk about it lmao

[saintbleeding]

[ID: a sketch of Martin from TMA in Victorian era clothing. He is looking up fearfully and blushing, and text next to him reads “sure does fancy not getting mauled to death”. End ID.]

btw if y’all were wondering, vic!mart is going to continue to be super chill and nothing bad is ever going to happen to him ever

[demented-tours]

ADHD/Autism/Neuro-spicy/Exec Function Issues/Burnout Life Hack

So listen, as the owner and sometime operator of a brain with medium to hot neurospicy wiring, I occasionally struggle with... well. Everything. But particularly making myself do Small Tasks That Require One More Spoon Than I Ever Have Thanks To Having to Exist in this Dumpster Fire World AND Never Being Taught Anything Useful About Myself Much Less How to ACTUALLY Recharge or Regulate My Nervous System Which Only Has an "Actively Being Mauled By a Bear" Setting. (TM)

It's been a long few decades.

Anyway, as such, I have tried so many little ways to motivate myself, and some of them are decent, but I also have days where just... nothing seems to work.

Except this one thing. Now, it's only working NOW, but it seems to be working semi consistently, so I'm hopeful. Ish. As hopeful as I get anyway.

And it's low cost, requires no bullshit medical professionals or meds and it appeals to my competitive spirit and inner gamer nerd.

I figured I'd share here, though it's likely a terribly unoriginal idea, but hell, sometimes it's just reframing crap that you knew to be true once but forgot about it in the current depression-inspired stew.

We're gonna call this one Warmie Magic.

Step 1: Acquire/make a warmie. Those are the things you heat up and apply to body parts for relaxation/pain relief. They come in all shapes, sizes, stuffed animals forms. Let your sensory needs go wild. I like THIS ONE because it can be used on hot or cold settings and it comes unscented. It's also made for neck/shoulders, which basically always hurt. But they make them cheaper and in whatever shape you like. It just matters that you can heat it up in the microwave.

Step 2: Figure out your temperature setting timing for your warmie. For me, that warmie thing takes 4 minutes in my microwave to acquire that perfect near-scalding-yet-still-soothing temperature. Bonus if it's over 2 minutes of time, but really, whatever works, here.

Step 3: Fixate on some mundane, small task that you Need To Do: dishes. Laundry. List making. Toilet cleaning. Whatever. Put the warmie in the microwave, set the timer... Then get ready... get set... PUSHBUTTONANDGO! Try not to let your lack of body sense knock you into too many objects on your trajectory to the Task at Hand.

Step 4: Do the tasks for the duration of the short timer. You would be AMAZED at what you can do in 4 freakin minutes. Single load of laundry in machine. Or most of one load folded. Or at least a few pans washed. One toilet insides scrubbed. Dishwasher loaded/unloaded. Whatever--do it until the timer goes off.

Step 5: Stop the task, retrieve the warmie, and enjoy the sensory snuggle reward. Fuck about for a while.

Step 6: When the warmie is less warm, get up and repeat the process. OPTIONAL: Set another timer without the warmie and do it again while enjoying the sensory snuggle reward.

What I like about this is that I can trick my brain shit with the, "Well, hell, it's JUST four minutes" line. Or the, "We have to wait for the damn thing to warm up anyway, and it'll take fucking forever if we just stand here." Usually some combo, there, works. And it gives you a positive reinforcement reward that the body feels that isn't food oriented or what have you.

Obviously, your mileage will vary. All neurospicy settings are unique. I'm just going to enjoy this method while it manages to be effective. This is how I've made myself do my stretching routine, laundry, and dishes for the past few weeks, so...

This could also work for all sorts of things in all sorts of applications. I also used to write like this, sometimes. I'd set a timer for 30 minutes and just GO. Whatever happened in 30 minutes was golden. Six words or six thousand.

I've also done something like this with a snack pack of fruit snacks and I get one per tiny item completed because, yeah, my brain sometimes operates with a psychotic toddler's reward system setting. But it got the damn Wal Mart delivery unpacked.

Oh, and one last thing that's helped me... Do your breathing exercises to slow yea olde burnt out nervous system right after you pee. I can do a solid round of box breathing (5 seconds breathe in, 5 seconds hold, 5 seconds out, 5 seconds pause, rinse and repeat) while washing my hands. And sooner or later you have to pee so might as well use that as a functional reminder. Not that I remember to do this more than one time out of seventy, but in THEORY, it'd be great.

And now let's get back to our usual soft-porn-funny-shit-pretty-shinies programming around here.

<3Dee

[oldworldwidgets]

Summary:

Deacon's touch aversion haunts him with a vengeance. He begins to realize that something has to give.

join deacon and charmer as they trudge through the super duper mart and make lots of references to classic literature and cilantro. oh, and deacon almost gets himself and his partner mauled by a feral and then has to think about what he's done. teehee!

as always, the link above will take u to the newest chapter and this one will take you back to the beginning! <3

[kobblefort]

Rushsly: Second Cavern Arc 1

Tell me about it, lol. You and me both

There comes a time in any new and many veteran players' fortresses when you realize that you should have gelded or just straight-up butchered those fucking dogs you started with all the way back at the start because you are never going to need this many dogs - but before you go hacking them all up for meat that your dumb-ass kobbles (or dorfs, if you're boring) will just leave to rot on the floor, consider that it could be fun to train them into war dogs. They'll almost certainly all die within a single invasion if we do, but it feels better from an ethical standpoint than having our kobbles just straight-up massacre an entire horde of dogs. For now though, we are going to cull a couple of them so that Kikli can finish her artifact. I have nothing against dogs but sometimes they do scare me. I don't know what it is, but when you look too hard at a dog's face, like really look too hard at a dog's face, it seems to activate this primal instinct of like "oh fuck. This is a beastie. It threatens my little monkey troop." But usually you can just keep looking and it will just be a friendly domestic dog. But you know, like, there's dingoes, which look just like normal dogs but are actually fucked up bastards that will maul you. In Australia they built a 3500 mile long fence to keep dingoes out of Queensland. If you take the highest possible estimate of the Great Wall of China's length, the Dingo Fence is just over a quarter as long. I don't know what that really means or if it has any implication, I just suddenly decided I really need to know how long the Dingo Fence is in comparison to the Great Wall of China. But you know, it really fucking makes you think!!!!!!!!!

Just as Kikli gets her hands... paws? claws? on the bones she needs to get started, we get yet another ratfolk snatcher in the fortress.

It survives for about 10 seconds once it gets into the fortress proper. Of course, ratfolk never seem to come just one at a time, so we'd better be ready for another attack. And since the spring is over, it seems like as good a time as any to set the military back to constant training.

Kikli's masterwork is... a single boot... depicting the coronation of a Winged One from many years ago. Not our current one, however. Right now, all I know about them is their name is Canr Adrmicala. I could pop into Legends mode eventually to try and find out what their deal is, but I'd like to save that until later. You know, when I inevitably end up "between fortresses."

But figuring it's best to put that off as long as possible, we take advantage of our burgeoning population and expand the military. This fort is quickly beginning to resemble the United States. Once we get some nobles moving in to start making absurd demands and having innocent people jailed for not playing along with their idiotic ideas of how the economy should work, we can start grilling all-pork-refuse hot dogs and shooting guns. Well, that noble thing actually does happen in the game. Hot dogs, someone would have to mod that in. Guns, same, but I'm almost certain that somewhere there is already a Dwarf Fortress mod that adds guns and I just didn't download it because my brain automatically went "that sounds stupid" as I glanced over it. I don't hate gun nerds or anything, I definitely have the kind of mechanical-focus autism that makes me enjoy them as a triumph of engineering. But 99% of the time someone starts talking about their guns, they are inevitably going to come off as an absolute psychopath or a total pussy (I apologize for using 'pussy' as a derogative here, I am a huge vagina fan, but I couldn't get any other word to land with the same impact.) I particularly appreciate the people out in rural areas that refuse to go to fucking Costco without their fucking Heater. "I need to be Strapped if I'm going to walk into a Wal-Mart. That situation could turn sideways real fast." You are the person that turns situations sideways you fucking freak! All I hear when people say that kind of thing is "if I got into a fight I would get my ass kicked and I do not have the humility to handle it, so I need my Kill People Button on me so that nobody messes with me." You're a fucking bitch! Maybe you do need that gun, because I could probably rip your arms into pieces like construction paper! Though I did grow up in a distant suburb, I have spent most of my life in "the bad part" of a major city that sheltered, TV-poisoned weirdos like to imagine is an active warzone, and I have never felt the need to walk around with a gun, because even though I am kind of an abrasive person with a mean face, I don't go around starting problems and I don't try to insert myself into problems when they happen around me. In a way, out in the suburbs kind of is more dangerous, because everyone is obsessed with their Castle Doctrines and gets almost no opportunities to verify or validate their idea of a consensus reality, isolated as they are in the series of lonely little boxes that comprise the alienated American life, so they just drive themselves more and more paranoid and insane (as cable news' profit margins demand of them) until they freak out and go Max Payne 3 on a fucking post office because another insane racist boomer on 4chan told them that "AliExpress is actually an LGBT666+(the + is an upside down cross) child trafficking operation and there's this new thing called communisexual," and yes I said racist, only the absolute fucking worst of them will admit it but of course they are all racist, the thing they are so scared of in my city and every city is that black and brown people just walk around in public like they're normal humans or something! Yes I do live in "the hood" and there's a fucking farmer's market every weekend. What I'm trying to say here is, well I don't know, I wouldn't call myself a Stalinist per se but when faced with an overwhelming amount of people who genuinely believe just awful and evil things who regularly fantasize about doing Righteous Violence, I start to get the idea of the "gulag," you know, I think a "re-education camp" is actually a nice compromise between "letting paranoid bigoted reactionaries run around making everyone else miserable and violently terrorizing marginalized people" and "just fucking killing them, just fucking executing them in the streets with firing squads."

The fortress gains a new handful of migrants, just six this time. Of more importance, however, is the plan to keep expanding the base. Deeper and deeper, until we hit sweet adamantite - the siren of the earth that sings all fortresses to ruin.

Deeper.

Deeper, still - but not before we break to collect the resources we uncovered in this shaft. Gold is gold, gems are gems, the earth bleeds bounties to the kobble that strikes it.

Deeper, still. Our advance is halted by the cavern opening up below the mine shaft, which is a good enough excuse to slow down for now. Two layers of cavern means twice as many attack vectors for forgotten beasts - though we'll be sure to close up the opening right away, of course.

Carefully notching out fortifications to look through in the perimeter seems to be the safest method to map these caverns - they've proved worthwhile before, at least against fire-spewing beasts. Black-cap and spore trees would be exciting additions to our wood stocks, but right now the risk involved in going out to cut them is just too high.

Even with all precautions taken, any party could always be your last party, so you simply must party whenever the opportunity arises. Even two of the new marksbold recruits managed to sneak away from training for a moment - "just grabbing some drinks," sure. Maybe one day they'll deeply regret it - if they had just that one last bit of training, maybe catastrophe could have been averted, or at least subdued. This could be what that song "How To Save A Life" is about. Is that even the name of that song? I don't know, I've only ever heard it due to acute FM radio exposure. I don't even know who plays it. Not gonna check either

Dwarves arrive, setting up nice and intrusive-thought-repellingly far from the bridge. For a relative pittance of gems, we take all the meat they have on offer (I will regret this,) some some extra steel armor and picks, and as a little token of appreciation we gift them a big handful of gold coins. Buy yourself something nice, kid.

They also get a front-row seat to see us setting up our first few catapults. These will ostensibly fire right through fortifications, and hopefully not bust through the ceiling or something - it seems to have worked before, in a different fort, anyway - and might be a smidge more forgiving than the ballista. And as we cut away more fortifications into the second cavern layer...

Bro what the fuck ???

Apparently, though I hadn't even noticed it, the first "crime heinous enough to require a Reaper" was committed. And Acl was not actually able to finish the criminal off with a single killing blow. Let's check the Justice tab to see what the crime was, and...

"Violation of production order" you'll fucking try to kill someone after that? Fuck me this fortress really is becoming America. What the fuck, lol.

She barely even just got here, hardly started training, and already has to go through this shit. I don't even remember what Alsrta wanted made, but Case was literally just hanging out doing what she was supposed to be doing. I expected the nobles with ridiculous demands to show up a lot later, but it seems we're perfectly capable of growing unreasonable authority-abusing freaks right here at home. The kobbles elect the Clan Leader, not the player, and it would obviously be terrible for everyone's mood to just straight up kill or expel her, but you know, accidents can always happen.

Shortage of patience yeah no fucking kidding. Actually, I've just thought of a fitting enough "punishment" for her.

There. You want to see someone stabbed for not making you a funny little hat or whatever, well you can walk right over and do it yourself. I'm like 300% sure this won't backfire on me. Well, whatever.

We've mapped the entire second cavern layer. And no sooner do we finish than we receive our second uninvited guest.

Yeah I really went all out on the MS Paint for that one. Poisonous gas seems like exactly the kind of thing that fortifications won't help against, but we'll really just have to see what develops.

It's like it's specifically getting in position for where we'd like to fire on it from. Of course, nothing can ever be too easy, so Acl picks right now of all times to be possessed and try to make an artifact. Maybe trying to kill that poor girl changed something in him. He also picked the farthest possible stoneworker's shop from all the stockpiles, so that'll put him out of commission for a good long while... I'm more worried about Acl, honestly. I have to wonder if I'm underestimating this big blind lobster. We'll see how it reacts to a few volleys of bolts.

fucks sake cunt would ya get back over here

It ignores a few missed bolts and just goes for a swim. As the marksbolds jump back and forth between fortified positions futilely trying to get a good shot on it, another wave of migrants shows up, bringing our population to 86 and thus reclassifying Rushsly as a "town."

I'd say I wished they understood the gravity of the situation, but it doesn't actually seem too grave at all. The lobster literally and figuratively can't even see us, has no way in, and is kind of just chilling.

Acl makes a wind horn (that's normally made out of bone...?) out of granite and dog leather. Imagine if your homie just came up to you one day after not talking to anyone for like, a week, and he was just like "Hey sorry about that. I got possessed by unknowable forces, so I had to make a flute out of broken bits of sidewalk pavement." Personally I would freak out, I would flip the fuck out and just go crazy. But I don't know. Maybe I wouldn't. Got to find somewhere to put this fucking thing now. But then, suddenly, from the first cavern layer:

OLM PEOPLE! They chase off Zhat Lovetwists (kind of horny name,) our hospital's diagnostician, who was down there seeking granite boulders to cut into blocks.

Luckily, she's agile enough to escape, and after fleeing unscathed she just... goes straight to sleep. I mean, okay. That's reasonable, I guess.

The small squadron of olm people cautiously advances, but our larger and far more deadly squadron of killer kobbles sets up position just outside the mine shaft. We cautiously open just one hatch to let them into the funnel, but......

I run out of images in this post so I have to leave it on a cliffhanger LOL my bad!!!!!!!!!!

[uncertaininnit]

(otterverse recap, 2/3)

now it's time for my personal favorite season of the otterverse, season 2! if season 1 is where the joke became a bit, then season 2 is where the bit became a roleplay, and also the last season where the tumblr inbox itself is referenced as part of the plot/world they live in.

it starts, as many things do, in a wendy's. c!otter (she/they/rain/star/paw, played by @leonardoturtle) is vibing, until a bunch of eldritch fellas and other weirdos essentially show up to start bothering paw.

notable here are lung anon, blood anon, tin star anon, and raccoon anon (i believe they were all played by the one the only @donatelloturtle, all they/them since anons), who are. actually i dont remember much abt tin star and raccoon other than they were in gay love but blood and lung anons? yeah those guys were on some tma shit. also, there was pedant anon (played by me, they/them, kind of an asshole but had some funny moments), wendy's employees #1 and 2 (different anons, one played by me and the other by @wallace-marte), a few failed ARG anons that never quite got off the ground, and pink text anon (played by @wisp-exe). out of these, lung anon, pink text anon, and the wendy's employees are the most important, despite what pedant anon would have you think, with lung and blood especially aiming for the annihilation of the world and all of reality (the other anons all made fun of them for it).

for a while, it's just a lot of ominous muttering and vague joke-making, as we the rpers try to get something fun off the ground (we didn't really start properly communicating behind the scenes until mid-s3)- and then in rolls pink text anon, the bitch-ass motherfucker themself. they taunt and threaten every otterverse participant i know of- even me. (this was the birth of c!gumy, btw! she used she/xe and will be important later!)

c!otter gets attacked by an apocalyptic eldritch flesh creature (later retconned to be a tbh creature), and harbinger anon (played by @harbinger-anon, whose main i can't remember) saves star by destroying the messenger.

pink text anon! introduces themself to otter as rains "guide," and starts pushing star to do things and "follow their lead," ominously and vaguely talking about the end of days and whatnot. what really makes them different is that they go into other ppl's askboxes and pull them into their story- namely, me and felix (cc!felix, to be clear. we all are/were mcyt fans we use c! and cc! a lot bc all of our characters have/had the same names as us lmao). pink text told felix to "protect the sea" and me (c!gumy) to "trick the sea". c!gumy resented being manipulated, and vowed to hunt down and reveal pink text anon.

sadly, c!gumy never got the chance, because less than an hour later pink text tricked c!otter into pulling a lever that brought about the apocalypse that lung and blood anons were talking about. tbh creatures appeared Everywhere, and the RP part of this story really kicked into high gear. pink text also revealed themself to be c!wisp (y'know, that guy! you remember disc!), and gave a whole villain monologue abt being wronged and getting revenge and stuff.

c!gumy... did NOT take this well. she kinda did a triple cannonball backflip into the deep end and swore revenge against c!wisp. u know how it is.

however, after the initial moment of panic- c!wisp seemed repentant, at least somewhat, and guided c!otter to pull the lever again and possibly end the annihilation.

so, the group heads back towards the lever, all while being attacked by monstrous tbh beasts. several characters die at this point (pedant dies offscreen lmao what an L), most importantly c!gumy (tackled c!wisp to the ground and got them both mauled), c!wisp (who lasted long enough after that to fight off one more beast, and also got hit in the head by a pebble thrown by c!gumy in xir final moments), and c!otter, who sacrificed herself for c!felix, dying in front of xem.

the apocalypse was stopped, but the damage is done- the old world is gone, and while there aren't any more new monsters coming in, there's still thousands roaming the streets. even so, there's still hope, as the wendy's employees (who have at this point fallen in gay love) have survived the carnage and start working to build a new future for themselves. their names are daisy cabiosas (they/them, played by me), and carmin aloys (he/him, played by wali), and since they wanted to unionize back when capitalism was a problem, their new settlement is called Union.

and that's otterverse season 2!

The Wendy’s employees 😭🏳️‍🌈🫶 love stays winning I giess

At this point who isn’t a former mcyt watcher

How did you guys keep any track of the anons. Also this is so unlike season one it’s hard to believe they’re the same universe

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italian, irish and spanish forenames BUT excluding "h"

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same thing but longer names

Abrione Adeac Afaba Agele Agóido Aitza Aldolfo Aldores Aleileo Aleogán Aleán Alome Alomenio Amormo Anarg Ancena Ancobna Andalao Andolait Andoninn Anmacayesan Aodran Aodónán Aoimona Aoirídín Aolerna Aolla Aomaellait Arcele Ariolucia Armat Aspeinna Ationaito Audio Bailíon Baltán Bandidias Baodo Baolo Barto Bascello Beandovalla Bearinn Beate Becara Beleo Bellan Benaida Benso Benzo Beppierenza Berescin Bergiulbena Berinia Berio Bermirina Beárdo Blanacquada Blandra Bliaria Brina Bréad Bríoma Bróinndo Bualia Buana Caele Cailopolcon Caime Cainerturia Cainn Caitorlo Caoiricolò Caole Caono Carcelo Carmodelia Carto Casaodo Casán Ceavia Cecarmena Cinisíonzo Cistorgi Claitlandás Clamirín Clana Clasán Cobea Cobuancecto Coistatig Colana Colmaomito Colotto Comenairgio Comin Comora Conna Consia Cores Cosca Costa Costeos Covann Creamira Crieleanza Cuinín Cuire Culta Cyriagrán Dadarse Dadra Dalia Danacia Daoilín Darinnán Dasimenzio Dassia Deacia Dearestal Denearo Denzio Deonigia Dertata Despe Detaito Dianaito Diante Didrear Digia Dintit Dolmoro Domáito Dubenegius Dubenzo Duberill Dympazio Déada Déamuire Dóill Dúnla Eablan Ealia Edeargelia Edinna Edwinne Efilaudey Eimota Eiraficoma Eirraule Elabríd Emaidiantio Ementina Emiannán Eminn Enria Enriasto Eoilín Ercona Erietta Eroxa Essael Etria Eufer Eufermatiú Eóidian Eóino Fabbán Fabra Fabranton Fabri Faelina Faeto Fanán Faola Faurosarla Feariquel Fearla Fearnestan Feartinn Fedel Felia Feliaarna Felionid Fellaurace Femico Femino Fereanuel Feriziante Fernara Ficonn Fileo Filiste Filín Finearico Finelia Flaoinn Foraffren Forgia Frafit Fraurceabia Fraxire Fromertín Fulbenzo Fulica Fulin Fullocio Féisanto Fíongarnán Fíosiminaki Gaelo Gapiomedo Garela Geppe Giannín Gianán Giltán Gioriodón Girene Grait Grina Gusto Intin Ireyag Issadeal Istefabasio Istonna Iósell Jairena Janielisa Joaquann Joaque Jonnán Jorea Jorique Jornaira Josnaoila Josnatrac Josne Jostefre Jualeo Juales Juanlaila Julil Kebeasann Kebrait Lailís Laudo Laulia Laulis Learna Lenicobele Leonne Lettoib Lewina Lianfid Lilavia Lippaoir Lislisa Lixto Loroloro Louraoine Luantonóral Luciann Lucrón Ludestero Ludion Ludoma Luina Luiristro Luision Lundréarna Lupeofing Macos Maela Maetalla Maevee Mairiona Maiton Mandoilia Mannán Maodian Maoileilín Maolavia Maonn Marafaetrio Marbríofria Marcisadro Mardoa Maricear Marinn Marlarla Marmare Marra Martín Massia Matena Matia Maulio Maurenit Mearica Melta Micann Milicis Millandrio Milvano Mireamodóir Mirgiulait Mirielicona Miril Mirna Mitto Monesta Monia Muiergia Muila Muilbia Muilicaolò Muirafro Muirseocio Mundrogena Munzo Musto Nalesuse Nicio Nicoini Niell Nieroxa Nierrayolo Ninda Nistad Nualin Olistéoda Ordromarla Oreamait Oredgarizio Ormarcolm Osceppolo Osidalmo Pabra Paoifelit Paoimona Paomóra Paquailín Paquibena Pardo Paudesego Paurodo Pazul Pergilín Pielamear Pielina Piell Pielmón Pieltian Piernaotan Pricilvesa Prigua Pádra Pádréan Póina Póinstéarto Racilda Racuiricata Ramaulina Rantimo Remirne Remmara Ricos Rinestino Rique Rogán Roimerga Rotelis Ruirceleo Réandro Rídín Sabere Saell Saidiantino Sanán Selicto Sellacano Selta Sento Seopo Sesciadro Severomán Seárdo Siania Siano Sidomeaniad Siletas Siomeata Sliarma Suina Sulis Sunzaleid Séambrinn Séana Séanni Séarla Síneon Tandra Tebon Tefin Teodalvio Teongona Tiero Tinatoro Tinebrós Tinéad Tiosalea Tornall Tricia Turea Téamiosio Téante Ualdado Uanda Uartúr Ulandea Ulbia Undán Valildo Valucaoib Vaniccia Varbaino Vermiria Vielmonil Viertúr Viodavo Viodicisto Virdganaito Vivita Xirena Zulcatre Éamaurodo Éarid Éidiono Éilta Émenán Óraffabian Órlano

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El sistema actual de producción agrícola con énfasis en la exportación y el rendimiento económico, ha generado fuertes impactos socioambientales para lxs campesinxs en los territorios que se instala. En Chile particularmente la expansión de la agroexportación por más de 35 años, ha estado acompañada por un alto consumo de plaguicidas, como es el caso de las regiones del Maule, Ñuble, O´Higgins, Valparaíso y Metropolitana, provocando la degradación de la calidad de agua debido a la presencia de una amplia variedad de agroquímicos altamente peligrosos para la vida. En el marco del proyecto de investigación Fondecyt “Agricultura y reproducción de desigualdades socio-ecológicas en contexto de crisis hídrica: Análisis sobre la expansión agroexportadora en el Valle Central de Chile” , se realizaron a inicios del 2024 muestras de agua para analizar la presencia de agroquímicos en algunos ríos de las regiones de Maule y Ñuble. Dichas muestras arrojaron la presencia de diuron y fosetyl-Al por sobre el límite de detección en los ríos Putagán-Loncomilla (Maule), Ñiquén (Ñuble) y Changaral (solo Fosetyl-Al; Ñuble). Estos dos químicos han sido calificados como cancerígenos y altamente peligrosos en Estados Unidos y la Unión Europea. Esta información de carácter grave, considerando que muchas familias de estas regiones no tienen acceso al agua potable, por lo que los pozos cercanos a los ríos también se están contaminando y en consecuencia, los alimentos que riegan sus aguas. El pasado, martes 27 de agosto de 2024, La Asociación Nacional de Mujeres Rurales e Indígenas (ANAMURI), junto a representantes de la red de acción de plaguicidas (RAPAL) parte del equipo investigador, OLCA y organizaciones locales, hicieron entrega de una carta al Presidente Gabriel Boric, con copia al Ministerio de Obras Públicas, Superintendencia del Medio Ambiente, Ministra del Medio Ambiente, Ministra de Salud y al Ministerio de Agricultura. En paralelo, fue acompañada de una denuncia formal por contaminación y deterioro de la calidad de aguas al Director General de Aguas, exigiendo con urgencia que se establezcan normas primarias y secundarias que incluyan a los plaguicidas altamente peligrosos. Frente a esta iniciativa lamentablemente, no se obtuvo respuesta desde las autoridades, sin definir plazos aún con la urgencia que este tema representa. ANAMURI junto a las organizaciones campesinas y sociales continuara con los Tribunales Éticos y su campaña permanente “Los Agrotóxicos Matan” ,  exigiendo la total eliminación del uso de plaguicidas. – Para descargar la carta en PDF, haga clic en el siguiente enlace: Carta abierta sobre plaguic…(81,32 kB) Fuente: La Vía Campesina

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Sujeto formalizado por homicidio en el límite de las regiones de Maule y Ñuble quedó en prisión preventiva

#POLICIAL: El hecho se registró en horas de la tarde del martes 17 de abril, en circunstancias en que un cuidador de un fundo ubicado en San Gregorio, en el límite de las regiones del Maule y Ñuble, abrió fuego contra un grupo de personas, porque supuestamente los habría sorprendido robando nueces. Producto de lo anterior, un hombre de 46 años resultó fallecido en el Hospital de San…

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you know how with a lot of big and strong but also cute animals like bears and lions, people will fantasize about having some kind of soul bond between them and the animal and theyll be able to get close and interact and befriend it without even worrying about getting mauled? thats literally just how pokemon relationships with humans work. nobody's worried about that groudon leveling a building because it's with its trainer and theyre FRIENDS and innately understand each others' desires and needs (e.g. not getting crushed under the rubble of a poke mart)

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Operativos permitieron incautar 4 toneladas de merluza común.

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Operativos permitieron incautar 4 toneladas de merluza común.

Una serie de operativos en diversos puntos del país realizó el Servicio Nacional de Pesca y Acuicultura (Sernapesca), en el marco del trabajo macrozonal estratégico diseñado e implementado para el combate de la pesca ilegal de merluza común.

Es así que, durante la madrugada de este martes, se incautaron 4 toneladas de este recurso sin acreditar origen legal de su extracción. El operativo donde existió un mayor tonelaje incautado ocurrió en Tomé, Región del Biobío, en una fiscalización conjunta con Carabineros se detectaron a dos vehículos que transportaban este recurso.

“La tenencia de este tipo de recursos que tienen un estado de conservación como sobreexplotado constituye un delito pesquero, por lo tanto se activó un procedimiento y se logró incautar 2,7 toneladas de merluza común”, dijo el director regional (S) de Biobío, Iván Oyarzún. En el operativo también se requisaron 2 furgones en los que se transportaba el cargamento, que quedaron bajo custodia de Sernapesca y los infractores quedaron a disposición de Fiscalía por el delito de tenencia de recurso sobreexplotado sin acreditación de origen. Los recursos incautados fueron donados a organizaciones sociales de la zona.

También en el marco de este trabajo macrozonal con la policía uniformada, se hizo un control realizado en la Ruta 5 Norte, en la comuna de Llay Llay. Paula Alarcón, directora regional (S) de Sernapesca Valparaíso, señaló que “se detectaron dos vehículos que transportaban 1.323 kilos del recurso merluza común sin contar con las acreditaciones respectivas. Los involucrados quedaron citados ante el Tribunal competente, mientras que los recursos incautados se donaron a la organización social Manos que Salvan”. Esto último, luego de comprobar que los recursos estaban en condiciones organolépticas aptas para el consumo humano.

En las regiones Metropolitana y de Maule también se realizaron operativos de fiscalización con hallazgos menores. Este trabajo de coordinación con equipos regionales para pesquerías estratégicas continuará efectuándose especialmente estos meses en que está en veda la merluza austral y se aproxima la veda de la merluza común.