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Julie swung the door open, putting up a bright smile at the male. "Oh hi-- I guess my mother must have invited you?" The guest list for their annual christmas party grew longer with every year. "I'm Julie by the way, who are you? And dare I ask how you know my mother?"
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𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒹 starter for @frxntlines 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓅𝑜: this
ㅤㅤㅤIt was the birthday party of Topher's father. Country music filled the barn, people were dancing and having a great evening, Cat even got to see how well she could dance in her new cowboy boots line-dancing along with one of Topher's cousins, the fabric of her flowery dress twirling with each step. She felt free and happy, but she was getting a little out of breath and she needed to rest for a bit, so she thanked the cousin for accompanying her on the dance floor and exited the barn to get some fresh, cool air. Her eyes scanned the surroundings until she found Topher in the distance by a large oak tree with a bench. With a big smile plastered on her face Cat walked up to him, sat down on the bench and gave him a kiss. "Hello gorgeous," she purred a few moments later when she pulled away. "Honestly, your family is amazing and this place is so beautiful," she gushed and looped her arm around his. "I think I could even see myself leaving the city behind and living in the countryside," Cat smiled looking at Topher with nothing but love in her eyes.
#( yes i know we have that au still sitting in my drafts but i saw that gifset and i had to 💗 )#CATALINA ✧ { ¢σηνєяѕαтισηѕ }#frxntlines
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"a babysitter? that's more an insult to myself, than you." freya responds, rolling her eyes so hard it almost gave her a headache. she lifted herself up from the chair she was lounging across, only a flicker of interest crossing her features. "oh? and what, exactly, do you mean by that?"
open to: anyone 25+ verse: main - body-guard plot & connection: * client - what ever comes to mind!! * made with beta, pls don't like my starters. you will be blocked.
❝ PLEASE DON'T TELL me you're going to be a handful, don't say i'm a baby-sitter either, because i'm not. ❞ a sigh leaving from him before rubbing the back of his head. ❝ considering the circumstances, i can try to make this a bit more enjoyable for us both. how does that sound? ❞
#hi hope this is okay!!#sorry for my spoiled brat :)#interaction!freya#interaction!freya!topher#frxntlines
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There was something intimate about sharing a journey such as the hunters were on. Hunting was always a matter of life and death, hand in hand with one another as life and death was exactly what it came down to. As much as hunting was about protecting the innocent lives, it was also about the sacrifices that the hunters and those who got involved made protecting life itself. As it was, oftentimes death was much more present in the lives of those who helped to preserve it. Much like this time, death had brought the two into this small town; a very notable death at that.
While the reality often was, when a hunter died, there usually weren’t many left to mourn their lost lives as for the many it was a lonely road to take. Some hunted with others, many hunted alone; thus not many knew to miss them. Now this case was not quite like that, the hunter who had died in this particular town some days ago, had somebody noting their death and had driven the two hunters on a mission for closure. With the car parked, the pair having just arrived into the town, Lindsey released herself from her seatbelt before turning her head to look at the male sharing the car with her. She hid any concerns that she may have had about their current predicament, basically recapping their plan of arrival for this moment. “ Let’s just ask around a little bit about local ‘attractions’, then we can find a place to stay. “, local attractions meant places to find the locals, the two not yet entirely sure what they were getting themselves into by riding into a town festered with supernatural creatures. It was a dangerous case, the brunette knew Topher was on edge; though she could hardly blame him for it.
DON’T GET MAD , GET EVEN��― @frxntlines
#frxntlines !#frxntlines ;; topher ranger#op ;; topher ranger#ch ;; lindsey manning#don't get mad get even ;; thread
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Heyyy im so sorry, my tech stuff has been acting up and I haven't been able to get on at all 😕 I'll have replies out as soon as I can.
@bluejeanbaby @radicalrascals @ofholocenemuses @frxntlines @heartxshaped-bruises @crowns-and-claws
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𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒.
Manuel Turizo & Marshmello - El Merengue
Maluma - La Temperatura feat Eli Palacios
Shakira: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 53
El Taiger, DJ Conds - La Historia
Bad Bunny - Yo Perreo Sola
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tagging: @therogueprincedaemon @amcntgomery @frxntlines @rxnatx @xheathcnx @wellfell + anyone that'd like to do this 🥰
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[ 🎼 ] + topher and cassidy
my baby loves
nervous - maren morris tennessee whiskey - chris stapleton slow burn - kacey musgraves safety net - a.riana grande @frxntlines
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— anya kravtsova.
SPEECH.
ㅤㅤOF SPOKEN LANGUAGES : english, russian, spanish, french, chinese, german ㅤㅤTONE OF VOICE : firm, confident, snarky, casual, playful ㅤㅤDEMEANOUR : confident, composed, aggressive (sometimes) ㅤㅤPOSTURE : confident, tense and ready to fight ㅤㅤHABITS : keeping a knife on her at all times
COMPLEXITY.
ㅤㅤVOCABULARY : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ㅤㅤEMOTION : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻ ㅤㅤSENTENCE STRUCTURE : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻
PROFANITY.
ㅤㅤFREQUENCY : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ㅤㅤCREATIVITY : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻ ㅤㅤBOLD ALL THAT APPLY : arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. dickhead. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy. dipshit. ㅤㅤGIVEN PROPER RELIGIOUS CONTEXT : christ. christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. christ on a crutch. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord sithis have mercy. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus. seven hells. ㅤㅤTHIS OR THAT : contractions or enunciation ? straightforward or cryptic ? jargon or toned ? complexity or simplicity ? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity ? formalities or abrasiveness ? praise or equivocation ? frankness or lies ? excessive or minimal hand gestures ? name - calling or magnanimity ? friendly or blunt nicknames ?
IMPORTANT QUESTIONS.
ㅤㅤDO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME UNDERSTANDING OR HEARING YOUR CHARACTER ? almost always. frequently. rarely. never. ㅤㅤDOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK ? almost always. frequently. sometimes. rarely. never. ㅤㅤWOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS ? almost always. frequently. sometimes. rarely. never. ㅤㅤWOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS ? almost always. frequently. sometimes. rarely. never. ㅤㅤWOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘ WHOM ’ IN A SENTENCE ? yes. no. only ironically. ㅤㅤYOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT, WHAT WORD DO THEY USE ? but. though. although. however. perhaps. mayhaps. ㅤㅤHOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS ? walk away. ask if that’s everything. say that that’s everything. give a proper goodbye. tell their company they’re done here. remain quiet. they don’t. ㅤㅤHOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER ADDRESS OTHERS ? titles. first names. surnames. full names. nicknames. ㅤㅤWHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO AFTER HEARING THEM SPEAK ? upper. middle. working. lower. ㅤㅤIN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS ? accent. vocabulary. tone. level. politeness. brusqueness. it doesn’t.
ㅤㅤㅤTAGGED BY: @narratingthetruth ㅤㅤㅤTAGGING: @rosesdieinaweek (endora), @wynterlanding, @frxntlines (topher)
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Hiii all! Hope you're doing well! Unfortunately I'm going to have to call it night for tonight as Im feeling under the weather and I can't really type anymore haha! Gonna post as soon as I can! ❤️❤️
Also, due to my inactive streak a little while back, I'm gonna tag you and please comment or heart if you wanna keep interacting (obviously no hard feelings if not ❤️) if I didn't tag you but you still wanna interact, feel free to like/comment! love u all!
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ೃ⁀➷ ( FRXNTLINES ) single-muse . selective . multi-ship . fandomless . female oc friendly . indie rp blog. TRIGGERING & (N)SFW themes present . BETA+ rewritten ONLY . minors dni . est AUG, 2022 . written by eren : she / her . 22 y/o . CDT timezone. ⛓️
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Curious who are your favorite writers?
ㅤㅤㅤOh, I didn't expect to have a question like this in my inbox! Or a question at all. Well, basically everyone I already write with :D I love @decadentias, @atlatsofstories, @frxntlines, @menofmarvelx, @rosesdieinaweek and from time to time I quite enjoy peeking at what @wynterlanding is posting (because our thread so far is literally just 2 replies and for the most part I've just watched them write from afar :D yes, I'm a creep, I know).
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Waiting for a girl like you- Foreigner
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There is a smile that tugs at the corner of her lips. “I don’t know. The cowboy hat fits very well. No matter the situation.” She twists her body fully turning towards him now. A hand gently resting on her cheek. “Scared to give me directions? Now. I’m not that scary. I do think it’s my charm. I tend to be scary to others. But. I don’t think you have to worry. I don’t bite. Not too hard anyways.” She sits up straight now gently shaking his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Topher. Would you mind if I ask a favor?"
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“Well besides drinking? Dancing. But it seems I’m running solo.” She lifts her glass to her lips taking a sip of her scotch. “I don’t really like traveling too much. But work is work. I actually feel a little overdressed.” She looks down at her red pantsuit. “But I love to get the impression that I’m hard to approach. Unless I am the one too. Keeps away the bad ones.” Placing the glass down against the bar she turns to him. “Name’s Ava. And you?”
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"Adair in private if it makes things easier. And I appreciate it. This looks like it's going to take some time so I'd prefer we had a good relationship." She said as she followed him inside. He was right the house was large. More than likely built with children in mind to fill the empty halls. Adair had taken a glance at the layout while on the plane and knew her way around for the most part.
"There is a mother-in-law suit type of set up by the kitchen. I'd like to set that up as a sort of HQ. Then I'll take the closest room to the Master Bedroom upstairs. Just in case we have to have guests it won't look right if we're not sleeping in the same room. What do you think?"
he took notice of the expression she displayed, making his eyebrows slightly lift but fall back into place all while his warm and welcoming grin never phasing. giving her hand a gentle squeeze with a one shake before letting her go. " jane [ . . . ] " topher john mumbled to himself to make a mental note. " just tryin' to be a gentleman, but in this case, you're my wife so i guess that's okay. " he lightly chuckled. hues of green flickering between her and the bag before gently taking it from her hand. he carried it with ease, as his boots made heavy thuds against the wooden floor. " which room would you like? i didn't pick yet because i kind of got lost. " for software engineers the house felt out of place.
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“ was that like — totally tone-deaf ? i’m so sorry [ … ] i didn’t mean it like that , ” her voice drifts off into the bathroom as she seems to apologize like a precaution — it occurs to her often , there’s a grand deal of the world that remains unknown ; people say ignorance is bliss , and maybe it is , but , a lot of the time it feels like standing in the dark , waiting for someone else to pull down the curtains brashly and without warning for the light to pour into your eyes all at once . “ i think what you do is incredible and — kind of terrifying , but , i just meant , you know , ” there is some rustling , as she rummages , out of sight , struggling to keep those blond locks out of the way as they insist on pouring down her shoulders , kissing the blush of her cheek . “ i only sit next to some of these people at parties and it’s already [ … ] a lot . ”
she reemerges from the bathroom with bare feet and a cheery lilt to her step , back into her cotton-candy room — all rose and golden and white , fluffy and soft and delicate with hints of modern and vintage being able to somehow coexist in perfect sync ; the background suits her like a painting as she stretches her tanned arm , waving a small orange bottle that rattles between her fingers . “ —- from my sprained ankle last month [ … ] should help , right ? ” the pale soles of her feet cushion against the warm-toned carpet , toes curling against soft fibers , a curtain of blond hair kissing her cheek as she bashfully makes her way back to him , a dangling first-aid-kit box sticking out as it dangles from her other hand . “ so [ … ] you signed a petition for me ? ” she unearths the subject , playful eyes crinkling at its sunny corners — taunting , warm as takes a seat right next to him to accomodate the white box over her bony knees . “ well ---- i'll try not to disappoint in my performance now , then . ” she jests , curling her fingers into the washcloth as she carefully sets aside the antibiotic ointment . " okay , let me look . "
as much as he wanted to shield the harsh reality of his job, he knew it would slip eventually, he couldn't hide the fact that the sole purpose of him being here was that danger was a factor. he was grateful for his past jobs which gave him the ability to deescalate most situations, his light personality only being the cherry on top. " hey, i get it. " he reassured with a slight nod. it was natural to grow comfortable in an environment, especially if it was part of a schedule or form of comfort. topher's expression twisted for a second before he shook his head, a grin growing, " i don't look it as babysitting, but no i don't get tired of it. " it was a pattern at this point. almost every client he signed onto referred to his position as babysitting, and it tickled him every time. occasionally her decorated interior would catch his eye as he allowed her to tug him in a certain direction. when she mentioned the alcoholic beverage he brought his gaze to the blonde with a squint, signaling that he was on the edge of his seat to know what she meant. yet her laugh, it made him grin wider as he gently squeezed her hand. daisy is a delight. noticing the hiccup in her laugh, he stopped himself from laughing by pursing his lips together. " don't do that, " he sighed. " you weren't the one holdin' the k.ife so there's no need to blame yourself, darlin'. " the soft sincerity in his voice had returned. boots making heavy thuds while he followed her. " yeah, mostly because my aunt watch the show, but i just happened to catch that episode. " the bodyguard explained. he held a certain vibrance to his tone since he started to remember her part, daisy was familiar to him as it was always on the tip of his tongue. now he realized. " better than the main cast. i'm pretty sure i signed a petition to get you to be a regular. " taking the final steps until he reached the foot of her bed, topher gently unlinked his hand from her own when she mentioned the first aid kit. " ill be here, tryin' not to stain your bed. " lowering himself down onto the edge of her bed, he glanced around to grasp for an idea of her personality and what she liked.
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