#tfgrps

[norteenlinea]

¡Furor por CAMILO en Argentina! Agota la preventa en horas y comienza la venta general

http://dlvr.it/TFGRps

[redbritishsniper]

5 year birthday follow forever

Yeah no fancy graphic banner or a kind of drawing to celebrate my 5 year anniversary here or for this follow forever post I’m doing. Truth to be told, I’ve never thought I would reach this far with my characters but I’m grateful you guys enjoy them and writing with me. Moving on to the main point.

Those I’ve interacted and enjoyed so:

@spybleu, @thebleuspider, @thebluincubus / @therougeripper, @shoot-straight-shoot-first, @alex-spying-spy, @legionsniper, @concealedspook, @doiteain, @outbackattack / @tfgrps, @agentlespy / @antleredsniper, @blutkrieg, @rubyscout, @ask-blue-spy, @redxbowsmen, @taikiakako, @levi-the-engineer, @lugarthespy, @contractsandcorpses, @bloody-red-bullets, @biiscione, @zieldawnson, @diannabridden, @the-aussie-scout, @uncannygears, @seducing-french-gentlemen, @sharpsuitsandknives, @espion-royal, @blumediziner

Those I should at least try to interact again or try to do so:

@intoxicated-medicine, @bloodyrevenant, @freelancemedic, @silentkxller, @zhemedic, @knox-the-sniper, @redheadedspy, @blondefoxmedic

Those I should really interact but which I’m a coward to do so:

@red-bonesaw, @zehypocriticaloath / @zecuddlyblumedic, @taciturn-russian, @huntsmxnsniper, @samtheblusniper, @thegrowlingxblusniper, @gamblingwithlove (That somehow I cannot able to tag), @hcadshot, @lohoredscout

[whatispredictability]

A moment of weakness ((m!a: child))

29. Your muse has blackmail over mine.

“I don’t know vhat exactly you vant from me, but I beg of you… Do NOT tell anybody about zhis.” Raimund pleaded, human blood covering the area around his mouth. It looks like a child had found him feasting on a random RED mercenaries remains after the war was done for the day. They could get him fired for that, and he really didn’t want to loose his job.

//why hello there, I do believe this is our first encounter. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[espionosseuse-blog]

+ battinupblu, tfgrps, koldepunkttegn, blauernotarzt, politescoutrussell, speeding-bullet-blu, efficientredsniper, canthxtwhataintthere, playingwith--matches, thesocialpariah & taggingscout

Spy chose a new spot to unwind after today's battle, perching on a wooden fence about halfway between the bases. He was relaxed, creating a small cloud of smoke with the chain smoking, but he was far from unguarded. He'd chosen this spot for its view, giving him the ability to watch the comings and goings of his own base as well as anything odd that may happen over on RED's side. Perfect for choosing a snooping victim.

[je-deteste-mon-travail]

@tfgrps

“Am-Amour? R-Rene...?” Nero hovered behind his lover, clearly nervous form the way he was fiddling with his fingers and staring at the floor. He was shaking a little and he swallowed the bile forming in his mouth.

“I... Je...” There was a blank space in his memory and he honestly had no idea what had happened so he hoped Rene would at least help him. That was unless one of his personalities had gotten loose. He prayed to whatever God was out there that it wasn’t that.

[sheilawithagun]

"Merry Smissmas Eve everyone!"

[thexdeadlyxchef]

"Bonjour, Chef!" The Spy greeted, smiling lopsidedly. His face was flushed pure red under the mask and he had a bottle of Demoman's Scrumpy in one hand. In the other was Heavy's Vodka, both nearly half-drained. "Why aren't you in zee Rec room? We are 'aving a party!" The Spy asked, still smiling lopsidedly. ((M!A: Drunk Spy))

She just kinda stares at him for a second; glancing from both bottles in his hands to the rather rosy color on his cheeks before speaking."Spy. You're drunk." With a sigh, she places her food to the side before staring down at the drunkard before her. "I believe you had enough partying for the night, so why don't you go get some sleep before anything happens that you'll regret in the morning?"

[seducing-french-gentlemen]

"Ahem..." Renee was standing behind Jacques. Raven was sneaking up behind Renee. "Jacques I--" She was cut off by Raven jumping on her. "Agh!" ((M!A: Female Mercs))

Jacques’ ears twitched when he heard someone behind him, turning his head to see two women behind him. “Ladies...?” They looked familiar, and his tails flicked in interest. One of them obviously knew who he was. 

[redbritishsniper]

A key from the Cat || tfgrps and trench-spy

Tick, tock, tick, tock

A walking clockwork the Hatter is everytime she takes a step. The machines gearing inside of her, oil coursing through the pipes like veins and a wind up key as a heart to start her up for the day and to keep on moving. And she apparently lost it during someone's Unhappy birthday.

Tick, tock, tick, tock

She muttering in strange and bad rhymes underneath her breath, searching for her missing key. She was running out of time and if she does not find it in time, she'll be a living Mad Hatter clockwork statue for eternity. Not unless someone takes her back home and make a new one for her.

Damn that day To lost my way In search of my key On this bloody hour.

She didn't expect anyone to be watching her from a distance. Or the above.

[ametalmerc-blog]

The robot lay there, hardly moving. One optic was cracked, his blue paint was chipped, and his metal had a rough red tone to it, and it seemed to flake every time he twitched. Parts of the bot were soaked, and he had an amount of smoke coming off of him, as if bits of his 'organs' had melted. Plastic could only withstand so much heat when they eventually have to give out.

His still working optic appeared to have his small, four-pixeled pupil darting around, hoping someone would come along and fix him. It was too bad for him to fix this time.

[liebe-und-verlust]

[MSG]:I'm a fool for thinking I was special to you.

There was a look of disbelief on the medic's face when he saw the text on his phone. Now what could have made the spy think that he wasnt special to him? [txt] what?[txt] What would make you think you aren't special to me Rene?Felix couldn't help but be a little worried about his lover, surely something must've happened to make him doubt the way he felt about him.

[je-deteste-mon-travail]

@tfgrps

“M-Mama? Mama, s’il vous pl-plaît!” There was young boy crying loudly as he looked around, terrified and confused to where he was.

[sheilawithagun]

The kitten and the octopus (closed rp with tfgrps)

Scarlett was in a kiddie pool outside by her van, trying to keep moist in the hot New Mexico sun. "This sucks..." She stated as she sipped some more iced tea.

[redbritishsniper]

tfgrps

“Is it me or does this kind of dance gets boring every year?” Nathan whispered to his twin sister as he fanned himself with a lace fan though he wore a full face mask to hide his face and his appearance from the people in the ballroom. Natasha eyed the crowd and nodded her head. “Seems it is.”

It was their annual kind of ball to make back at London for charity their parents have been doing ever since the fire happened. With them gone, the twins continued their parents wishes to raise money for those in need. It was also the time where they can crossdress without anyone realizing they changed genders and their identities.

Nathan was dressed in a red dress with a blond wig to complete and match the color and Natasha wore a three piece blue suit with a brunette wig and both wear the drama masks. His is a sad face and hers is a happy face.

Just to give some life, and hope it does, they invited their friends to attend. If those want to.

[espionosseuse-blog]

Awkward cloaked kiss from the RED Spy because reasons.

Émile was an expert at sneaking around on the field under the cover of his cloak, seeing everything without anyone seeing him. Nothing escaped his notice like this--

Well, almost nothing. The RED spies had cloaks, too, so in sneaking around the back paths of the RED base there actually was something he didn't see. No one took these paths, usually, but he kept his cloak on anyway just in case, and apparently the RED Spy had just turned his on as well, judging by the way he just ran full-speed into five-foot, ten-inches of empty air. He was glad to find he was the taller of the two, but the pleased feeling only lasted a few moments as they toppled over each other, himself landing on top of the other.

They both shimmered in their respective colours with the impact, and Émile could see their faces were... really close. The distance between their faces was closed easily, but he couldn't say who had done it or whether it was intentional, even if he wanted to.

[loudmmphing]

tfgrps has found the fire!

tfgrps Pyro gasped at the sudden Spy, but was more than happy to see him. He hurried over, hugging him.