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Amlex - 17 Captain Fox - 21 Shoaib. - 12  

Amlex - 18  Captain Fox - 21 Shoaib. - 13

.intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 10px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I'm the trouble starter Bobby became privy to the sketchy atmosphere almost the very instant he’d strutted back—August in tow—and had seen Andrew take notice of the new arrival in the midst of his preemptive stretching. His right hand man’s shift in demeanor mimicked a rattlesnake; to Bobby, at least, the hissing of Andrew’s vibrating tail was very easily detectable, the defense mechanism belonging to his friend having immediately come into play. But, as it were, Bobby was naturally perceptive and intuitive, strengths which propelled him in both the military and his life of crime. He was able to sense behaviors, thoughts and emotions better than most anyone, through body language and other means. The emotion specifically seen here was mild discomfort, mixed with some sort of contempt. Did Andrew and August know each other? Had there been bad blood not made known to him? Was he a third wheel to a vehicle moments away from crashing? Questions withstanding, it wasn't his place to directly address concerns that had little to nothing to do with him, and he found that he didn't particularly care to give it much further thought. There was no guarantee that he had his story straight, anyway. “Andrew, this is my friend August. August, this is my best friend, brother, therapist, Andrew,” Bobby would introduce as he stood between the two men, his muscular arms draped around both pairs of shoulders as he became saturated with glee in anticipation of the work out session. "I hope you boys are ready!" MONTY @ris

If it's not Galactus, it needs to be. They seemed to have tried to pull the trigger in Silver Surfer, but couldn't actualize with limited budget, lazy direction and dreadful writing. And it goes without saying that he pretty much outclasses Thanos. I guess they can try again with Dormammu, as well (also outclasses Thanos), but of course I'm not sure if they have any immediate plans into place of repurposing the character, considering they seemingly wrote him out of Doctor Strange with the intent of a possible reintroduction.

#allofmypride { height: 520px; width: 420px; background: white; outline: 1px solid #e59277; position: relative; margin: 20px auto 3px; box-shadow: 1px 2px 3px #e59277; overflow: hidden; } .aomp-image { width: 170px; height: 400px; position: absolute; background-size: cover; top: 85px; left: 0px; filter: grayscale(0.7); } .aomp-text { font-family: libre franklin; color: #000; position: absolute; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding-right: 5px; width: 195px; height: 400px; font-size: 11px; right: 25px; top: 85px; } .aomp-text::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 1px; } .aomp-text::-webkit-scrollbar-track { background: none!important; border: none !important; } .aomp-text::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb { background: #000 !important; border: none !important; } .aomp-text b { background: #e2cccf; font-weight: 400;} .aomp-title { font-family: raleway; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; position: absolute; color: #e59277; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 380px; top: 38px; left: 20px; }   BOBBY & DREW | Thick as Thieves (REPOST FOR REFERENCE) This relationship has already added an entirely new dimension to Bobby's character, that I wouldn't have thought he needed. Although from the distance the pairing seems to be a direct mismatch, Andrew's affable and jocular disposition serve as a near-perfect compliment to Bobby's more destructive tendencies of petulance and belligerence; that he tends to serve as a something of an effective 'cooler' in times when Bobby can get a bit... chaotic. In that regard, I think our dynamic should lean more towards an established friendship, versus something premature and only newly-formed. I feel like this angle is essential only because Bobby is a character with so much to unpack (most notably, the destructive lasting effects of cold war) and having a steady, reliable foundation is perhaps the only thing that's kept him from imploding to this point. Andrew acts a something of an anchor in this regard --- not only as a (barely-competent) makeshift therapist at times when chaotic bouts of trauma threaten to consume him, but keeping Bobby from succumbing to his hedonistic tendencies, as well. Essentially, he's kept Bobby from going back to the pen more times than anyone has cared to keep a record of. On that note, the gleaming, dynamic bromance is only one element of this electric pairing. For now, we can just say that, with extensive coercion, Bobby has been able to find use of Drew's aptitude for thievery and chicanery --- something that they both believe they've been able to execute to remarkable effect. Of course, at the end of the day, they are still legitimately polar opposites where ideals are concerned, and that tends to invite some notable conflict and creates several key moments in their relationship. LINK TO SHIPPER MONTY

.intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I WANT YOU TO SURRENDER; ALL MY FEELINGS ROSE TODAY “Yeah,” Bobby murmured, pressing one hand against the door frame to support his muscular body. He wanted to play it cool, but while presented with the empyrean Emma and her vulnerability, he felt he could undress himself from his armor and, too, bear his naked form. There would be no more hiding—not from her. Once a lonely road, could now be shared, pending he didn’t lose control of the wheel. But combing through her sweet, honey tinted eyes, which poured over his bronze skin, he felt not a semblance of fear or pessimism. “Yeah, totally. That’d be really awesome,” he’d finish through his trance. Then, for a moment, he unabashedly basked beneath her radiance—his lips repelling as their corners formed a small curl—before returning to the current affairs. “And speaking of lil’ dude: I think I figured out what’s been going on with these ancient pipes.” Bobby collapsed back to one knee, directing Emma’s attention to the removed tubes before his explanation. “I’m guessing he’s a real big fan of Play-Doh...” he’d chuckle as he scraped a large ball of the modeling clay from out the drain, meanwhile Lucas looked at the crime scene and his annoyed mother anxiously. “But you shouldn’t be too mad at him. I was a little rascal once, too, and thankfully this is nothing that can’t be easily dealt with, unlike the crap I got up to. Though I’ve noticed that a lot of things in this place could use a good tune up. Maybe some new pipes altogether, throw some paint on these walls, give you new baseboards and cupboards... I can run up all the supplies and bang it out in a month tops.” The private contractor would feign running down calculations in his head, before pulling out a notepad and clicking his pen. “The most it’ll cost ya is... dessert after our dinner, your treat? And I mean real dessert, in case your mind was in the gutter. I’m big on ice cream sundaes.” MONTY @Mariah.

.intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I WANT YOU TO SURRENDER; ALL MY FEELINGS ROSE TODAY Bobby had something of a morbid thought of him being glad that their small party had relocated to the bathroom versus the kitchen, away from anything flammable, because he was fairly positive that he’d seen just a few sparks fly from his brain short circuiting, trying to soak in what was being relayed to him. Of course he’d been slightly peeved at having, in his mind, been ghosted on and dusted away for the past two weeks, but he hadn’t at all considered how Emma might’ve possibly perceived the events of that hair-raising night; what it probably took her to unpack everything over those two weeks. The brash and brassy young bachelor was fully aware of what he himself had felt that night—the rush of a thrill he’d begun to seek, a staggering sense of enchantment, and an irrational eagerness to dive head first into waters of unknown depth. What he’d felt at that moment that night was an overwhelming desire and a willingness to pursue something new. He knew that he’d felt a feverish attraction to the petite blonde at that moment—does in this very moment, as well—but it was only after Emma’s… bold declaration that Bobby was prompted to assess their situation a bit more assiduously. Her reservations over him were understandable. While he’d yet to reveal to her the corroded brick of the road he’s traveled, it was easily visible to both familiars and strangers that riding alongside him would prove turbulent. It’s why, for his entire life, he’s forced himself to ride alone. And until he’d met Emma, his choice left him content. But that was until he met Emma. Since that fated night, her haunting reflection hadn’t left his rear view mirror. It was simple to point toward their attraction being solely that of lust, but of the crumbs she shared with him that was an anecdote of her past, he was helpless against feeling like she just might be perfect for his passenger seat—perfect for him. He felt as if he understood her; as if he saw her beyond skin deep. And by her apt reading of him and her wise choice to hold back from pursuing him, it was clear she saw him, as well. At least a significant side to him… at least so he thought. It’s Lucas that makes him look deeper within himself, as it’s in Lucas that he recognizes himself as a young boy who lost his father; his only hero. His entire adolescence and young adulthood to follow had been spent trying to fill that hole, with sex, with anger, with violence—none of it has paid reparations for the damage done. Now, faced with Emma’s actions and words, he begins to believe strongly in the possibility that she and the beautiful child she’d given life to, could do it. His frustration over being left cold by Emma, as it turns out, wasn’t just about being blown off by a beautiful woman. It was about potentially missing the opportunity to know her and allow her to change his life. Bobby released a deep, heavy sigh after. Perhaps he’d approached the situation a bit irrationally, and he was sure he’d put the seemingly reserved blonde beauty in somewhat of an uncomfortable spot. “Look, forgive me. I definitely came at you the wrong way. In my mind, it’d just seemed like there were some blanks between us that weren’t being appropriately filled in, and I wanted things to be straight between us. But I kinda made a bit of an ass of myself in the process. And you deserve an explanation for how things went down that ni--... wait, wait, wait.” Bobby had smoothly re-positioned himself, so that he was leaning against the meager sink, arm folded under and acting a support for his chin, accosting Emma directly with a slinky half-grin splashed across his face. “Run it back about me being the sexiest guy you’ve ever met.” MONTY @Mariah.

.intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I WANT YOU TO SURRENDER; ALL MY FEELINGS ROSE TODAY Of course, the ghost of their first meeting had loomed in the air from the very moment Emma opened up her home and allowed Bobby entryway, but it was almost as if actually verbalizing anything regarding their ill-fated encounter had pulled something of a trigger within him. The endearing domestic atmosphere had almost instantly soured, and as much as Bobby would’ve liked to mask the blunt shift in his mood, he realized that he honestly didn’t quite care enough to. He didn’t necessarily owe anything to her. He’d been the one scorned and embarrassed, if anything. And for her to just casually allude to that night with nonchalant arrogance left an unsavory taste in Bobby’s mouth. Whatever barrier had begun to melt between the two of them was hastily reconstructed and bound together tight by the sturdiest mortar. “Well, what can I say?” he started as he’d turned his left shoulder to her, busy preoccupying himself with his slightly antiquated, yet always unfailing set of tools. “Tried to keep my head down a bit. Nose clean and all that. Otherwise, can’t really say I’ve had much complaints. Two weeks with no call or page kinda just flutters by pretty quickly, y’know?” He wasn’t sure if he was expecting a response, but he hadn’t stuck around waiting for one, as he grabbed his essentials and made his way to a necessary checkpoint. “Let's see what we've got goin' on in the bathroom. I'll knock out that doubleheader first.” MONTY @Mariah.

Girl, shut up and along with the rest.

.intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 10px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I'm the trouble starter His trademark high wattage smile continues to meet the amused expression of Andrew, Bobby still imbued with elation over the recovery of who was—for now—the one person to truly know him for all his chaotic beauty. Though he’d spent every day at his bedside, the absence of his confidante was greatly felt, especially in lieu of the presumed rejection from the enthralling angel Emma, which would later turn to confirmation of shared feelings, as well as the daunting revelation of her mothering a bright, special young boy. What also plagued his mind was the intrusion of the grimy skeletons he thought to be buried, which only increased the complexity of his greatest, most difficult romantic pursuit. As it would turn out, he wasn’t complete without Andrew, nor did he feel sane or secure; thus far, it was only Andrew who kept him grounded and brought normalcy to an incendiary life. Instinctively, then, he wished to pull Andrew in for the tightest of embraces—allowing for one of his more rare instances of vulnerability—but opts against breaking his toughened character, instead choosing to pet the back of his partner in crime’s head. “Oh, so just ‘cause you took a fucking bullet through the arm, you think you can finally handle these wicked knuckles, yeah?” Bobby would cheekily remark. “Suit yourself, buddy!” Stepping back to collect his gloves, he'd catch another familiar nervously making his way from across the gym, having not expected for the other guest to also accept the invitation. August Keller’s relationship with Bobby was a peculiar one, the former being even further away from what one might expect the hard-edged, troubled ex-marine to be drawn to. Still, what had become of casual conversations at a local bar was a strong affinity for the starving artist. In some odd way, the pair could relate as two passionate, lost souls, attempting to find their way. And much like a high school jock finding common ground and befriending a quiet, scrawny art kid, Bobby sought some sort of atonement for his once reprehensible acts, through helping to guide and protect his inferior amid the deep, muddy trenches of the Olympia battlefield. Hence why he thought to summon August to the notorious ‘Sweatbox’ gym, for some good ol’ roughening up. “Oh right, I forgot to give you a heads up that I invited someone else. It's that kid over there, heading our way,” Bobby alerts Andrew, directing both of their attentions toward the approaching young male. “I’m not sure if you’ve ever seen him moseying about town before, but he’s a pal of mine. I thought he might wanna play around with the boys, too, if that's cool?” MONTY

.intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I WANT YOU TO SURRENDER; ALL MY FEELINGS ROSE TODAY Of course the last thing Emma said hit Bobby differently, albeit without him knowing how to decode it; not knowing if there was even anything to decode at all. But there was something about tone—just a splash or a twinkle of a foretoken… maybe something promising. Or perhaps it was a just a splash of his own wild imagination. Because as much as he’d like to believe whatever extemporaneous sensation was shared between the two of them just a few short weeks prior, he was just as privy to the fact that an indeterminable stumbling block had forced a shallow divide between them and that only time would allow them to overcome that inexplicable hurdle—time he wasn’t sure he’d even be afforded. Nonetheless, he felt this opportunity presented itself as a means of breaking new ground and, with hope, tying up more than a few loose ends (literally and figuratively). Shaking himself free of his own little vicious cycle, he turned his attention back to what he could only assume was Emma’s entire world; the very extension of her. In Bobby’s mind, it was an entirely separate mystery that needed perspective just as well. “Whoa!” Bobby exclaims in jest. “You got some serious power going on there,'' he says while gently squeezing the toddler’s noodle arm, “I think you’re more than equipped to handle this job with me.” The immediate swell of pride he’d felt at the kid’s excitement made him consider himself and his thoughts about children of his own. He’d probably never seriously put much thought into it being a viable option for him. Even disregarding the lack of financial security and emotional immaturity, given his still very tender age, the biggest deal breaker is knowing that he doesn’t have the kind of structure in his life, at that moment, to offer a healthy, constructive, feasible environment for a growing impressionable child. Bobby describes himself as a man with many ‘trades’, seeking a means for a profit in just about any avenue and being able to adapt to any environment. There are times when some of those trades can lead him to roads that are… less than ethical. Watching his own back is like nothing to him. It’s second nature. He can move how he pleases. There isn’t a single person tying him to this life, besides his ma (and in spite of the fact that he hasn’t reached out to her in quite a bit of time, he has eyes that always assure him of her safety and well-being), or anyone that would make him second-guess any pursuit he endeavors. A child just wouldn’t fit well into that mix, and Bobby particularly care enough to test the accuracy of that theory. But he doesn't hate kids, and young little Lucas is assessing him with just enough fondness to make Bobby understand just how dangerous influence can be. “Okay, so first I’ve got to find out just what we’re up against today. What’s the damage here?” he asks, regarding Emma directly for perhaps the first time since she’d opened that door on him not fifteen minutes earlier. “Or should I really be consulting the man of the house?” he smirks with a head tilt in the direction of young Lucas. MONTY @Mariah.

The way Bayley wasn't even in contention is making me fucking scream. Like, not even kidding, I don't know what to do with myself. 

Just dropped by to observe how y'all did Asuka dutty character-wise, but allowed her a near-perfect score for technique. Her placement is a bit lower than I'd anticipated or would've liked, but it's the aforementioned that I'm really perturbed about, bai.

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For this decade? Hm.