#boss nut

[teamlawn]

Overlawn - Character Profile (1)

Imp

A zombie.

Has long forgotten his real name.

Reticent. No one cares about. Learnt lots of skills independently.

Heard that zombies heading to the Kingdom of Plants have never come back, he try to break this hearsay to achieve instant fame.

Carries a melodica with him.

The Chosen.

Potty (/ˈpɒti/)

A flower pot.

Your most enthusiastic little pal.

In the past, he only had a faint consciousness as an object. Some accidental events gave him life.

Easy to get into excitement and craze. Unable to always maintain sanity.

Extremely eager to get rid of ▇▇▇▇▇▇.

Abandoned.

Crelanta (/kriˈlæntə/)

A plantern.

One of the first plants of Crazy Dave.

The administrator of Unsodded City. Avoided and distanced by most residents.

Keeps a friendly attitude towards zombies.

Very cautious in handling things. Prefers to reconcile the current situation rather than take a gamble, even if it could break at any time. This makes her at a loss when encountering unexpected situations, and even prone to extreme behavior.

The relationship with Rolfumas is not couple. but more like sister and brother.

Eassul (/ˈiːsoʊ/)

A peashooter.

Work-and-rest-inverted night pea. Seems to be half asleep and half awake most of the time when you see him.

Actually very talented and capable, but he doesn't like to take on significant responsibilities. He prefers leisure and freedom.

Humorous and understanding.

Used to be positive and enterprising.

Syamittie (/ˈsaɪˌmɪti/)

A sunflower.

An outgoing and lively energetic girl, who wants to show a perfect image attracting widespread attention.

Obsessed with capturing zombies.

On her body is a 4th-dimension messenger bag made by Eassul, which can cast the expected items with the injection of will.

Insufficient consideration in actions. Things often go beyond her expectations in the end.

Able to do something extraordinary.

Rolfumas (/roʊˈfjuːməs/)

A fume shroom.

One of the first plants of Crazy Dave.

Elected as the king of the plants. Led plants to build a civilization.

Lacks firm personal opinions. Often as the compromise side.

When plants was facing the dilemma of deep resource scarcity, he followed the suggestion of a mysterious man, declaring to break the barrier and declare war and revenge against zombies, which once boosted the spirits of plants.

Feels guilty about most of the current things.

Seecsy (/ˈsiːksi/)

A sea shroom.

His two brothers went missing in an accident. Searched alone multiple times without success. Missed them very much.

Hopes to see the sea with his own eyes one day.

Not good at socializing. Currently lives alone in sparsely populated Mistery Mistory. Sometimes he goes against the river to the sewer of Unsodded City for solitude, but maybe sometimes it's a bit "busy" there.

Full of imagination.

Boss Nut

Belongs to an organization dedicated to torturing zombies for fun. Highly loved by its subordinates.

His calling himself "boss" is not without reason.

Blocks Imp's progress in Unsodded City, and has tampered with some puzzles.

[breadbox-draws]

a years-old draft that i finally got around to polishing up, joke courtesy of a friend of mine, Bofa

[sophfandoms53]

WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT STRIKER AND BLITZ’S SPEECHES, WHAT DID I FUCKING SAYYYY

I FUCKING CALLED IT NOW STOP HIDING HIM FROM US, BRING HIM BACK HOME PLEASE AND LET HIM HAVE HIS MOMENT

[venacoeurva]

Multiple people suggested Teldryn for a pinup and after trial and error of like 3 different poses, so here he is havin a summer evening to himself—conveniently placed sujamma bottle included🍹

-Please do not reupload, edit, or use without proper credit or linking back. Ask first, please.-

[1495-gauge]

there's that fucked up three-eyed thing that lives in the woods. whose turn is it to chase it off again??

[sounds-in-the-fog]

So, on the front of Reverse 1999 (global) events so far we have:

Rimet cup: "My name is Inigo Montoya. You (kinda?) killed my father. Prepare to be humiliated by a dog"

Green lake: he-he horror movies. He-he lesbian centaur. (So nobody will admit Jess is kinda a yandere-ish?)

Journey to Mor Pankh: Academic burnout is real. Depression is silent. Discrimination is widespread. ✨stars are pretty✨

[concept-sketch]

Blitzo: Would you do me-

Stolas: Yes!

Blitzo: -a small favour?

Blitzo: ...

Stolas: I stand by what I said.

[tranquil-slaughterhouse]

Ozzie in the aftermath with Fizz

[mikansei]

i'm thinking about the guards outside aventurine's room in the reverie. stuck working a boring security job on THE planet of festivities, stationed outside a room in boring reality where someone's literally just sleeping all day. absolutely jackshit to do.

but there's no way aventurine would trust just any old grunt to guard him when he's that vulnerable; they had to have been hand-picked, personally vetted over years of working for him. it's no small feat to become someone aventurine trusts not to stab him in the back, even with the built-in insurance that if you shank your boss, he can't sign your paychecks anymore.

so they were familiar enough with him to know how he works, i.e., pulling off insane stunts and doing it solo. i have to think they're the kind of people who would've wanted to join him - not because they're sore about not getting to see the dream, but because they want to guard him IN the dream. you have a whole team of us, boss! put us to work!

and he keeps insisting no, he has to do it alone. it's too risky.

what could notorious gambler aventurine possibly find "too risky?" it's not that he thinks they'll slow him down or get in his way; it's not that he just prefers working alone or hates relying on others. that's what other people, in other departments, might think.

but these guys know: he does these missions solo because he doesn't want to risk their lives - that's the unacceptable risk to him.

(they also know not to ever say so aloud, because said notorious gambler has a reputation to maintain, and "worries about his employees' wellbeing" does not fit the image.)

[lunarharp]

friendship omurice etc

[i-simp-stobotnik]

Day 1: Body swap

Wohoo, it's Stobotnik week!

Starting with one of the days that gave me the most trouble. 😅 In my head, if Stone and Robotnik were to switch bodies it would be because of one of Robotnik's inventions, 'cause come on. He's that kinda bitch. Robotnik would spend the day doing soldering and other heavy-lifting kind of work his machine-building requires, since "holy fuck, my back hasn't felt this good in 30 years!!" ... yeah, regular exercise and other healthy life style choices will do that to you.

Stone in Robotnik's body on the other hand... my goodness, that freaky boy. He would, as soon as he could, say that he needed to go to the bathroom, and spend quite some time in there, you know, just looking. Touching him. Touching himself. Because god damn. It's like he's actually getting to touch Robotnik, but at the same time it's like Robotnik is touching Stone and whatever noices he makes are with Robotnik's voice and the bare hands hooo boi. Yes, it's not really consensual, but I don't think Robotnik would exactly ask for Stone's consent for the body swap either so in Stone's head, he'll call it even.

Just FYI, I wanted to go wayyyy raunchier with this image, but I've already had a post banned once so I didn't want to tempt the Tümblr gods again. So have a dreamy Stone-Robotnik just lightly touching himself. xD

[cuz-reasons]

Summary: When he arrived in Hisui, he had nothing. Not even a name. He was given the name Nobori. Years later, he finds the name Ingo. Who is he?

It's MY turn to give Ingo identity issues! Also happy two year anniversary to me posting fic!

[queensectonia]

this has to be the party of the god damn century, tex.

[sophfandoms53]

Lots of helluva news to talk about but look at our singular Striker crumb guys🫶🧡

[deadpanwalking]

ooh! i am Not Like Those Other Anons, but if you're still feeling generous-- ldo you have anything about, say, the technological and social advancements in 19th century london-- i'm thinking bazalgette and john snow and building the london underground, henry mahew and london labor and the london poor, shit like that, maybe as a gestalt or the zeitgeist or what have you?

I love the specificity! I hope it's not a cop out, but if it's zeitgeist and/or gestalt ye be wanting, I want to recommend an author instead of a book: Peter Ackroyd.

My first introduction to Ackroyd was through a literary biography of T.S. Eliot, which he wrote during a time when Eliot's widow, Valerie Eliot (in accordance to his wishes not to be the subject of a biography) refused almost all applications to quote from Eliot's published work outside of a literary context, or to quote at all from unpublished work and correspondence. Ackroyd, who had managed to track down an enormous amount of unpublished material during the course of his research, tried to argue his case with Mrs. Eliot, but she didn't budge—however Ackroyd was confident that the material could still be useful, and went ahead, opting to paraphrase.

T.S. Eliot: A Life was considered the definitive biography of Eliot for decades despite the unavoidable awkwardness of the paraphrasing. “The lines of Eliot’s life are well-known, and Ackroyd does not effect, or seek to effect, any radical re-limning of them. [Ackroyd's] strength,” Eliot scholar and absolute lad Christopher Ricks writes, “is local detail, patience, circumstantiality, respect. [...] He eschews psychobiographical plunges, and this makes the book at once more satisfactory to the hungry and less satisfying to the greedy.”

The reason for this tangent (aside from Eliot monomania and the fact that Pyotr's vet seems to have forgotten us in the exam room) is because I wanted to give you a sense of how resourceful Ackroyd can be when he approaches his subjects from a distance, without scaling down his ambition or using sensationalism to force the impression of intimacy.

In addition to literary biographies, Ackroyd has written (and is still writing 🥳) a lot of books about London and Londoners—I've only read two: London: A Biography and London: Under. I know historical sociology isn't always the best approach and constantly undermines its own credibility by oversimplifying some aspects of a complicated subject at the expense of others—but when it comes to writing about an era, you can't get more zeitgeistian than psychogeographical writing that focuses on everyday life. You cannot. You'd die trying.

The title of London: A Biography is straightforward: London lives, so it makes sense to approach it the way a biographer would. It doesn't quite fit the limitations you set (19th century) because it begins in the Late Jurassic period. Nevertheless, you might appreciate it because—despite its insane scope and breadth—it does something really great, which I can't describe better than Patrick McGrath did in the NYT blurb:

This, then, is an unorthodox history of London that is fascinating not only for what Ackroyd selects but also for what he ignores. There is barely an aristocrat to be seen in these pages. The Earl of Sandwich appears when, unable to tear himself away from the gaming table for 24 hours straight, he puts a piece of beef between two slices of bread and invents one of England's few enduring contributions to world cuisine. The House of Commons is mentioned only because it burned in 1834, ''which provoked some of the most picturesque London paintings,'' including works by Constable and Turner. ''These artists recognized,'' Ackroyd writes, ''that in the heart of the flame they might also evoke the spirit and presence of the city itself.'' The great statesman Pitt the Younger appears only once, in connection with the ''Bog House Miscellany.''

The other book, London: Under, is going to fit you like a glove, but it's more of a companion piece than a stand-alone book, despite being well-written—Ackroyd doesn't start in the Late Jurassic period, but definitely takes the scenic route from Roman Britain to get to Bazalgette's sewers, and Pearson's Metropolitan Railway. One of the reasons I'm recommending it now is because I always pore through bibliographies and references to poach for more books to read, and I distinctly remember that Ackroyd's bibliography contained some fascinating titles that I will, realistically-speaking, never get to because my own interests and priorities tend toward the literary. RIP to me, but you're different!

[gabrielokun]