#but it WAS because of Floyd
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basuralindo ¡ 2 years ago
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!!!! I'm in a ranting mood, but not a very articulate one, about Floyd/Jamil. Bear with me.
Like, obviously I love Jamil and Azul, but I can't believe how much everyone overlooks Floyd?
Jamil actually tolerates him, which is actually A Lot coming from Jamil. And he isn't just politely neutral, he's one of the very few people Jamil actually speaks to normally, and the very very few that he talks to normally without being overtly hostile.
Jamil is one of the only people who can manage Floyd's temperament without trying to suppress him. Like he's shown to work with Floyd's moods, and negotiate mutually beneficial solutions that Floyd actually agrees with, and all upfront. Jamil doesn't get scared and try to mince around him, Floyd doesn't get irritated and try to intimidate Jamil, and for the most part Jamil doesn't try to quietly manipulate him. Jamil also doesn't have to fight with him to behave, and Floyd doesn't back out because he's lost interest. For the way they both tend to operate around people, that all strikes me as mutual respect.
While he's usually not as aggressive about it as Azul, Floyd also shows an interest in Jamil. He specifically wanted to hang around Jamil in book 4. He was also impressed with Jamil's skills. He pays attention to Jamil's talents and interests and tries to engage with him on shared interests like dancing. He seeks out or positively reacts to Jamil in group settings. He actually seems to like interacting with Jamil on equal terms, rather than wanting to torment him for entertainment.
During the Halloween event, when preparing to enter the mirror, he was the only one to encourage Jamil to give it his all, and singled out Jamil specifically. (also Jamil teasingly telling him not to screw around, and Floyd reacting positively? does he do that with anyone outside of Jade and Azul??)
He nicknamed Jamil after an animal that preys on moray eels, and uses the -san suffix rather than -chan. Both of which implies taking him seriously.
The entire beans event??? This was set early on, before book 4, so they didn't have much rapport. But Floyd's entire thing was centered around Jamil. The only person he willingly came out of hiding to engage with was Jamil, specifically because he found him interesting, and he chose to help him out despite being on opposite sides, again because he was interesting. He said several times that he found the whole event boring, except for the opportunity to fight Jamil, which became his primary motivation for participating (aside from learning Vil's throw, which was his motivation for sticking with them instead of running off to hunt Jamil alone). He literally told Jamil to his face that he was "the best part" of the whole event. He refused to quit even after the event was over because he wanted to keep fighting Jamil, and for Floyd, that implies a positive opinion towards someone.
His beans vignette further elaborates that his entire motivation for sticking with basketball was to compete with Jamil. Even staying up for several days in a row to do nothing but practice in order to get on his level.
For Floyd, there's nothing he values more in a person than being interesting. There's nothing he respects more than competence. And he's blatantly stated that Jamil has both. He doesn't care for people who are intimidated by him and he doesn't tolerate people trying to boss him around, and he seems to genuinely enjoy Jamil, who does neither. I honestly haven't seen him show as much complex interest in any other character in the game (like beyond picking a fight or tryna get a rise out of them).
For Jamil, it's extremely rare for him to drop cold formalities and speak with anyone casually, but he does so with Floyd to a greater extent than most. Even if he doesn't seek Floyd out, considering he doesn't tend to seek anyone out, the fact that he'll engage when Floyd approaches him instead of trying to escape the conversation speaks volumes in my opinion. He also doesn't seem to overlook Floyd's intellect. He gets shocked by the extent of his abilities sometimes, but he never seems surprised that Floyd's intelligent, and Jamil doesn't usually think much of other people's intelligence. And so far Floyd's the only one who's gotten him to dance just for fun (one of the few independent passions he has), and he's managed it twice. Floyd brings out passion in him.
Just, they're both so othered in very different ways. Jamil keeps everyone at a distance, and is intentionally uninteresting enough that nobody seeks him out unless they want something. Floyd doesn't bother with anyone who doesn't entertain him, and either scares or frustrates most people so much that they avoid him as much as possible. But they seem to respect and understand each other, even if they don't drop their walls, because neither find the walls to be that big an obstacle.
There's just something really valuable to me about two such extremely overlooked/misunderstood people managing to see and understand each other so easily.
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egophiliac ¡ 3 months ago
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The funniest part of this new event is the fact I can't find out what's going on it from spoilers. All context is lost in the wave of Hot Eel Mom. I love her, all hail Georgina, mother of This and That, but where is the context? What *is* the event?
to be fair, we're still in the intro part, so not much has actually happened yet! Jade and Floyd were supposed to go to their mom's friend's wedding to help with the ancient merfolk marriage custom of
❤️❤️❤️~the Test of Love~❤️❤️❤️
but Floyd last-minute changed his mind (on account of being Floyd) and Azul was like "I'm not going if your mom is going to be there". at which point Jade realized he'd just been handed a golden opportunity to invite the absolute funniest group of people he could think of.
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anyway tl;dr Jade manipulates a bunch of nerds into joining him to heckle/throw bricks at/try to drown a couple of randos in the name of love, what could possibly go wrong
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r-aindr0p ¡ 1 year ago
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Left handed guys
in the same room, what will happen ?
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artistmarchalius ¡ 2 years ago
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A continuation of this post, inspired by this tag from @ohposhers
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moonjellybeans ¡ 2 years ago
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"Be careful venturing too deep, darling, things aren't always what they seem in the dark..." I remember reading a note in one of the art books that the eels' body is luminescent since they live in the deep sea and I just...went a little out of control again and my victim is Jade.
This was so HARD, I don't draw underwater things, but I think this turned out really nice <3 I especially had fun adding the speckles to Jade's body.
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blondeaxolotl ¡ 6 months ago
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Hell yeah, Let's go genderfluid FISH
Originally was going to be a simple colored sketch but I went overboard lmfao, bonus comic:
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Lesson learnt, if you're having people try on dresses you made, don't have the judges be the said people's partners because they will die on the spot.
Also bonus doodle of my friend asking if Azul would like a bouquet (asking for a friend):
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marisashinx ¡ 6 months ago
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Basketball! Basketball! We love basketball!!!
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mayplantstarrwaters ¡ 9 months ago
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It's fall....I'm thinking of 60s cloak/cape fashion trend
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ryllen ¡ 1 month ago
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too tired to doodle properly, but have a florid
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sandflakedraws ¡ 8 months ago
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attempting to load back into rhonda for the road home
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m4ggot5 ¡ 11 months ago
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dazedantics ¡ 8 days ago
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By Chance - Bob Floyd x Reader
You accidentally stumbled upon your perfect man and keep running into him all day
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It was a nice day.
The type where the sky is clear and blue. Sun high, dousing everything in a warm yellow glow. People perusing the town, all circle skirts and button downs, sandals in hand, towels over shoulders. Buggies bumbling down the streets.
A perfect day really.
Your spirits were high as you entered the station, car parked by the pump.
A quick pit stop before you were on your way to the beach with your friends.
You were just supposed to grab a few snacks, pay for your gas, then head out. Finish your sightseeing then continue your fun time with your two besties, no attention to the time or locals around you. Just you guys and the sea.
They had finally got the the time to come visit you for the weekend. Months of planning and rescheduling needed right before you could all get on the same page.
You missed them, you were excited.
This weekend your full attention would be on them. You swore it.
So why were you so focused on the stranger who walked into the station after you?
He was tall and simply dressed, plain shirt and shorts. Posture not completely shelled off with discomfort but not exactly oozing confidence either. And maybe those double bridge glasses were a red herring, too common a stereotype to be real, but this man may have been just about the most nervous person you'd ever seen.
Focused on grabbing whatever it was he came in to get, arms full with chip bags and sodas, following behind people who seemed to be his friends. Quiet.
Noting what aisles had people in it and opting to circle around a few times before entering the same spot once it was empty.
He seemed to want to avoid everyone if he could help it.
So it may have been your fault when he nearly ran into you.
Freezing in place, eyes round as a deer when he saw you. Looking at you briefly before quickly averting his eyes to the floor. Lips quirking up nervously as he gestured in front of him. "Sorry, go ahead."
You smiled polite and excused yourself, walking ahead to join your friends over at the slushie counter. Head turning back subtly every few seconds to keep looking at him.
He was cute.
God he was cute. Strong jaw, neat hair, clean shaven, smooth lips. On the slim side but muscle visible where the hem of his clothes cut out. And he seemed to have manners. The exact image mothers have in mind for their children when they say they want you to find a good man.
You'd probably never see him again.
An unfortunate truth most likely.
But for the best.
I mean, you were already breaking you promise by keeping your focus on him as he moved about the station. Not hearing a thing your own friends were giggling about.
And even more when you nearly ran into each other again at the checkout.
You looked at each other. Paused. He looked away. Nodding ahead.
"You can go ahead."
"No, no, it's fine. Sorry about that."
"You have less things anyway. I insist."
A smile. Then off to pay for your gas. Eyes wanting to follow him as you headed out.
And that was it.
An event you could think about later when night fell, imagining what could have happened. Not exactly envisioning a whole future with him. But enough to smile dopily at the possibilities.
Seated and buckled into the car, then you were back on track.
Laughing and singing off key to the radio as you made your way down to the beach.
And the day was perfect again.
Sea salt lingering in the air, sun soaking into your skin. Splashing and diving under the waves, pulling each other under.
Sand got everywhere.
Going to the bathroom to wipe everything down didn't help much, but at least you'd brought spare clothes.
You're not sure which of you suggested going to the bathroom, but you went together, bundles of clothes tucked under your arms.
Some more jokes.
You were distracted, smile on your face, body turned to them as you walked, focusing on their words.
Until suddenly you weren't.
"Oh ... sorry. Go ahead."
The same guy again.
Except this time he'd actually bumped into you. Or rather you bumped into him. Except this time you really hadn't tried to.
He was wet now, clothes a darker shade than before, curls wisping from their neat do, droplets streaking down his lenses.
Same awkward smile, eyes down.
You stared at him much longer than necessary.
Till your arm was tugged, dragging you past him. Head still swiveling around to watch as he made his way across the sand.
You didn't expect to see him again after you walked out of the bathroom.
Of course you still looked around, checking for the nerdy print on his plain shirt among the waves of bare chests.
That was a mistake.
Cause when you all returned to lounge on your towels, sharing drama of what happened while you were apart?
You spotted the man and his group.
Playing football and wrestling where the foam pooled on the shore. The only party to be wearing so much. Hovering just on the outskirts of the group, watching them, waiting, only jumping in when the ball was thrown his way.
Your friends caught your stare this time.
Playfully arguing about how fake you were for ignoring them. But then going on to stare with you, the men surrounding your guy catching their eyes. They probably thought you were ogling their muscles too. Talk all of a sudden becoming about how there's no good looking men who they meet. Teasing how they may as well get with a Navy man during their visit.
This is San Diego after all. You could catch a guy in uniform walking down these streets any day.
You just smiled and nodded along.
By the time the sun was setting, a chill wind rustling your hair, you drove home.
A pit stop again.
One to change into something a little more "showy" for a night out.
Then back to the center around the beach.
Walking the streets with arms looped, checking out the unique stores, watching the little performances on your way to the bar.
And then?
You danced the night away. Grinning and goofing, singing to the music, swaying into each other's arms with small stumbles.
It was nice.
And you would've forgotten all about the man had you not run into him again.
This time, neither of you were paying attention though. Shoulders knocking, peanuts scattering all along the floor. Splashing of cups being lifting up before a drink could spill.
Another, "s-sorry!"
He dropped onto one knee, scooping up the shells, eyes down.
This couldn't be a coincidence you decided.
Three times in one day? In the places you didn't frequent without reason? The same time and duration you were there?
Sure, maybe he didn't intend it, but perhaps something greater did?
You knelt down, placing a hand over his.
His head whipped up fast, a lost expression in his wide eyes, mouth rounded to a clean "o."
You planned on giving him your name.
But the first thing that came out was, "you have blue eyes."
"Um ... yeah?" A nervous chuckle, lips curling up on one side.
Your gaze darted to the crowd, where your friends were still busy dancing. Then back. To his fresh clothes, straight slacks and a button down, a change from before.
Boy ... he could even clean up nice.
You bit your tongue and looked around. Cup lined roof, rag dried bar top, clattered pool tables, pens in a cup behind the counter.
How convenient.
You stood, boy's hand still in yours and made your way towards the stool wrapped bar. Reaching your hand over and taking a pen out, you missed the soundless gaping he gave you, eyes darting around, looking back and forth between you and the peanuts.
You bit off the cap and turned his palm over in your hand.
God ... his hands were warm and larger than yours, weathered but only just. You wonder what he did?
His fingers twitched when you brought the nib down, blue ink sinking into the creases of his palm.
A number.
Then your name.
You put the pen away before facing him once again. Curled his fingers inward over his palm.
"I can't talk to you much tonight, I promised myself I wouldn't. But, I'll be free in about two days so ... give me a call then?"
"I- Uh ...? What?"
You looked back at your friends heads bobbing in the crowd. How long had you been away?
"Sorry, I gotta go now. But if you're ever in town again, I'd love to meet up."
That expression on his face as you turned back to him again was something.
Pure shock, as if he still wasn't quite hearing what you'd said.
You looked him over once again, memorizing his image so you could fantasize about him when you got home. You almost didn't want to let him go.
But you bit your lip and squeezed his hand once before backing away, only turning around till his hand fell from your grasp.
And you didn't look back.
Dear God you couldn't look back. You had no clue what he was thinking, maybe you were too forward for him. If he was using that sanitizer on the counter to wipe away the writing you would just about die.
Instead you kept your head up, heart pumping as you weaved your way back to your friends. Trying not to let your eyes wander around for him for the rest of the night.
Bob meanwhile was frozen in place. Dazed and confused, staring ahead at nothing for a while, his brain trying to catch up to reality.
Then he looked down at his palm, fingers curling open to reveal your writing.
And he stared some more, unconsciously committing each stroke to memory.
A rosy hue dusting it's way across his cheeks. Trying to fight the small smile forcing its way across his lips.
To be honest, he had no idea how he got here, but he sure wasn't gonna complain.
He'd been busy trying to not seem threatening by looking down each time you ran by. But now?
Now he let his eyes follow you around the room, smile getting bigger, heart feeling a little warmer. And he immediately made plans to contact you on the given day.
Were you a local? He hoped so. That would make running into you some more a whole lot easier.
But ... he really didn't know what he did! He wasn't the one who got people talking to him like this. The one that got numbers. He hadn't been trying right now. Or at all.
How the heck was he supposed to keep this up?
God ... he hoped he doesn't mess up.
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egophiliac ¡ 1 year ago
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queen of diamonds, upright + reversed 💎
I've redone this like eighty times, I have to just be done with it now and stop staring at all my mistakes oh no 🫠
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 8 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 8 spoilers#coming in well after the fact but that's what happens when the art doesn't cooperate#and i just HAD to draw something for vil's ob (re-ob?) because i loved it so much#legit put my hand over my mouth and went “oh!” when i realized what was happening#i thought it was just going to be an idia thing because. y'know. closing out his character arc from episode 6 and all#so this was like. oh! oh we're going to get ALL the inky boys!!!!!#i wonder if this is why we got a malleus flashback so early...#not to mention everyone's dreams?!#i am braced for 90% of the dreams to be kind of jokey/inconsequential because we have SO many characters to get through#and most of the time will probably be spent on our lads (literally) dropkicking their emotional problems#but i am excited to see everyone regardless!#and also kind of terrified! what on EARTH will floyd be dreaming about. do i want to know.#i do but do i want to.#man. they're probably not going to get back to it but i do wonder what silver's dream was#what was he doing when he was like 'wait a minute' and noped right out of there#lilia: here silver i made dinner :)#silver: oh boy this looks great! ...YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD#ouuuagh i'm still deep in the blotsauce guys and i'm loving it#come make snowangels in the ink with me it's great
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artistmarchalius ¡ 2 years ago
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He’s always had it in him.
A continuation of the Pop Rock Floyd series: here, here and here
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blondeaxolotl ¡ 7 months ago
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Saw someone else do this and I felt inspired
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theoraekenslover ¡ 3 months ago
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Just read a Bob Floyd fic where reader, who is Bob’s girlfriend, meets the daggers for the first time, and they’re all surprised that she’s with shy Bob, and she’s like “what? Shy Bob? He’s so outgoing back home�� then she says something about him doing body shots and he drags her away to the bathroom and fucks her and he’s like a huge Dom, and mad because she was embarrassing him, anyways, all I can think of is Bob Floyd with alter-ego Rhett Abbott, like that’d be so hot, like maybe it’s like a middle name or something, idk but like it’s actually Bob, just another side of Bob, but it’s still who he is, you know? He just, like, separates himself into ‘quiet, shy, boring’ work Bob, and then ‘crazy, bull-riding, getting into fights’ Rhett. God, I’ve read the best Bob x reader x Rhett stories but this concept is getting to me, like, I don’t write but I’m thinking about doing it just so I can get this because it’s stuck in my head and I think it would be brilliant. Oh, and like the team would somehow see Bob as ‘Rhett’ and be in total shock, like seeing him at a rodeo, riding the bull, just doing very ‘not-Bob’ stuff.
I don’t know, I just had this little add-on idea to a one shot I was reading, and went ‘this needs to be a reality’
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I forgot to mention, he’d still have Rhett’s tattoos, and the daggers would see them sometime after or during they’re finding out about his ‘Rhett’ ego. His hat and those tattoos, dude, that’ll kill me.
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