#trcstfunded

[cryptidsdad]

“You look like the sort of guy whose hair gel is more expensive than anything here.” The guy definitely stood out in the dive bar that they were currently in. / @trcstfunded​ ; sc. 

[fourrarri]

Once more with feeling! And some legit prospects? (I think?)

FMK: Rafe, Leiv, Joel (personally speaking I think he should just have a platonic marriage to Helena and have a man harem)

out  of  fairness  we  gonna  kill  Rafe,  Liev  and  Joel  and  run  away  with  Helena

[hereticalmother]

@trcstfunded

She doesn’t belong in the crowded room full of wealthy elites and she can feel it all the way to her core. It isn’t insecurity; it’s disgust. These people aren’t like her, and she means it in the most judgmental way. There’s nothing genuine about the dinner party for Murkoff Corporation and their potential investors. From the designer clothes to the sports cars parked outside, it’s all just a show, it all just exists for the players to try desperately to impress and one up one another. 

She hasn’t felt comfortable since the moment she snuck in through the bathroom window in her shoplifted black cocktail dress. But, she blends in well enough with her lies because all of it’s a lie. The others just don’t understand it, yet. Maybe they never will. 

She feels bad for them, more than anything else. She wishes she could enlighten them to the truths of the world. But, that’s not what she’s here for. What she wants are answers; an excuse to mingle, get some phone numbers, pry. There’s no way to crack the secrets of the secretive organization without rubbing elbows with those in the know, dangerous as it is. But the chances of being recognized are near zero, and Val has nothing left to lose.  

She's been observing the crowd, deciding where to insert herself. She knows her best bet at making a friend is to find a man around the same age as her, if not older; it's rare for them to walk away from a tall blonde in a tight dress. She settles on one, dark hair and a few inches shorter than her in the heels she hates wearing so much. She settles on Rafe. 

"Haven't seen you around before." Her gaze drifts from his perfect hair to expensive shoes and back up. Maybe not the most business-like approach, but she doesn't even consider resisting the urge to look him over thoroughly.

"You come to these things often?"

[themechaneer]

@trcstfunded asked:  ☎

NAME: Rafe Adler

RINGTONE: Talk by Hozier

PICTURE: It’s not a great photo of him by anyone’s standards but Joel’s own to be honest. It’s literally a shot taken of his face as he turned at the sound of Joel saying his name just to get his attention. He looks a little annoyed admittedly, mouth relaxed, but brow furrowed like he’s already short on patience for whatever it is he has to say. It’s a detail to his expression he’s used to seeing on him. Familiar. That ever changes Joel’ll be sure to snap a new picture for his phone. Rafe Adler looking naturally relaxed for once? Treasure all on its own to some people.

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: RAFE ADLER ]  [ 1:32 AM ]: You awake? LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: RAFE ADLER ]  [ 1:32 AM ]: Need to talk.

LAST TEXT SENT: [ 𝐓𝐎: RAFE ADLER ] [  1:33 A𝐌 ]: I am now. You ok? Normally you’d just call.

[cryptidsdad]

' my doctor told me I have a vitamin D deficiency. want to go back to my place and save me? ' id apologise but we all know he's nasty by now :))

There was a long pause as he took in the words. It seemed like you could see the gears turning in his head as he made sense of the pickup line — Or, maybe, he was deciding if he should dignify it with a response. “If it’s that serious,” Robert said after a moment with a lazy grin, “why wait to go back to your place? I have a perfectly good truck.”

[fourrarri]

@trcstfunded​ : ' sometimes i'm mad at you, then i see your ass and i forget that i'm mad at you - basically, are you a witch? ' genuine concerns here lance

          💸 ║ ❛   —————  Any  comment  Rafe  has  to  offer  is  WELCOMED  indeed.  It  only  shows  how  all  this  workout  and  YOGA  is  not  a  waste  of  time.  And  lately,  Lance  has  been  doing  much  more  than  usual,  so  it’s  nice  to  feel  a  little  bit  successful  with  it.  Also,  what  else  is  he  supposed  to  do  when  the  man  of  his  DREAMS  spends  most  of  his  time  at  the  office.  But  there’s  no  complaint  to  come.  Rafe  chose  his  words  WISELY,  even  if  they  just  seem  to  be  more  like  text  book  pick-up  lines.    ❝   Too  bad  it  makes  you  forget.  I’d  like  to  hear  the  reason  why  you  MAD  at  me.  You  can  always  tell  me  about  my  BAD  BEHAVIOR  while  I  bend  over  the  table  for  you,  mi  amor.   ❞  

[cryptidsdad]

[cuddle]

[cuddle] our muses decide to cuddle up to each other

It would be a lie if Robert said that he did not like the affection that came with his boyfriend. While neither of them seemed to be the type, both Rafe and him were rather affectionate when it came to each other. (And their pets, of course, but that was an entirely different point). Robert would never admit it out loud but he genuinely enjoyed being that close with someone else again. The warm swell of fondness that pressed against his chest whenever he saw Rafe had something to do with that, as well. 

“What’re you reading?” The documentary that was playing on the TV did not seem to interest him that much any more. Chin resting on Rafe’s shoulder, he glanced down at the book in question to glance over the pages. He had lowered the volume of his film as soon as Rafe had made his way over however long ago and settled against his chest. Robert refused to think about how domestic the sight probably was, though. “A history thing again?” One of the hands resting against the other man’s stomach moved, raising to push the book partially closed in order to see the cover. 

[fourrarri]

@trcstfunded​ : 💀 sexy or what

        💸 ║ ❛   ————— What  other  people  would  see  as  taking  a  life,  Lance  only  considers  it  another  job  WELL  DONE.  He  doesn’t  think  about  the  person  he’s  taking  out.  They  are  nothing  but  another  contract  that  offers  A  LOT  of  money.  Who  would  say  no  to  that ?  Certainly  not  Lance.  The  place  isn’t  as  PRIVATE  as  he  wishes  to  be,  but  if  the  client  has  any  requests  about  how,  where  and  when  it  will  NOT  be  ignored.  Lance  is  a  PROFESSIONAL  after  all,  he  can  manage  it  while  making  his  client  happy  and  his  wallet  full.  

          There’s  been  only  a  little  small  talk  between  him  and  the  TARGET  before  he  eventually  takes  out  the  silenced  gun  and  pulls  the  trigger.  Usually  not  his  style,  it’s  more  the  behavior  of  a  street  thug.  But  again,  whatever  his  CLIENT  demands  is  gonna  be  fulfilled.  Only  a  moment  after  the  lifeless  body  hits  the  ground,  Lance  hears  someone  clearing  his  throat  behind  him.  Immediately  he  turns  around,  pointing  his  gun  at  the  intruder.  Pulling  the  trigger  would  be  the  WISEST  option  for  sure.  But  as  soon  as  he  notices  RAFE,  a  somewhat  relieved  sigh  escapes  his  mouth.

          ❝   Nice  to  see  you,  mi  amor.   ❞  A  shameless  smile  is  given  and  the  gun  immediately  lowered,  still  remaining  in  his  hand  though.  Lance  can’t  exactly  REMEMBER  if  they’ve  ever  talked  about  his  occupation.  Probably  not.  But  they’re  also  DRINKING  a  lot  together.  However,  even  if  he’s  gonna  be  surprised  about  it,  Lance  doesn’t  expect  Rafe  to  be  too  JUDGMENTAL.  They’re  both  going  to  hell  eventually  after  all.  ❝   Well...  ——that’s  kinda  HOT,  isn’t  it ?   ❞

Send 💀 to walk in on my muse killing someone.