#endlessfables

[ghostlylicious]

GUYS IT ME ENDLESSFABLE I MISSED YOU COME HOME (my account got banned)

WTH MOOT WHAT HAPPENED 🙏🙏💔💔💔💔💔💔

[murdockdevil---moved]

prompt: ❛ you got a girl? good looking guy like you... ❜ who: rory rostro & nas for: @endlessfable notes: holiday party in that one au.

❛ you got a girl? good looking guy like you… ❜ she says, calmly, but clearly to him.

Surprise has Rory’s shoulders tense and his brown eyes widen slightly. As much as he’d like to say he expected this question from a total random stranger at a business party, he hadn’t. He expected to go about work related topics like his inventions and stocks. He hadn’t expected the topic of his love life. Hell, he’s not even sure he’s allowed to talk about his love life. But he gathers since it’s the holiday season, and it is a holiday party, and that it is social, that that’s what people sometimes do. So, he’ll humor her — this, uh, Nas person.

“I don’t have a ‘girl’,” he expresses matter-of-factly, taking a sip from his champagne flute in a way that says he’s very much holding his life together on a very thin thread. “I don’t have a ‘guy’, either — if that’s what you were wondering. I work a lot and I don’t really take the time for romance.” Or sex, but he doesn’t say as much and lets her put two and two together.

She nods simply, taking a champagne flute of her own (though it’s sparkling and not alcoholic) and she downs it in one go like it’ll give her a much needed kick in the ass.

“I don’t have girl or a fella or a person, either. I was mostly asking because you looked like you could use a friend. I make robots and I heard you made them, too. Only yours were missing a certain something-something mine could offer yours.”

“I’m not looking for...” before Rory could finish what he was thinking, she giggles and corrects him.

“A robot with heart. I read all of your blueprints — or the ones I could find — and what you're missing is heart. My robots have heart, but they’re missing mind,” she explains, hands moving in animated motions.

Rory smiles slightly, getting her point. “So, you want to work on the Mina Project?” he ask, with a smile.

“I want to make a baby together, yes,” she smiles brightly.

Rory makes a confused expression. “Don’t...say it ...like... that.”

“Alright, I want say ‘It’s Alive!’ with you, Rory!” she shouts, causing people to stare and Rory to sigh. He was going to say not to say that either, but he quickly understands that she’s a force to be reckoned with.

However, once it hits him who she is, he understands, that it would be stupid to say no to working with her. So, instead of declining her offer and saying he works alone, he sighs again.

“We start Christmas Eve.”

“A Christmas Eve, baby. How very, very sweet.”

“Why do you make everything so strange?” he mumbles, before finishing his champagne, surprised someone hasn't sued her yet.

[movedcrimefightr]

─  BRUCE EDITS /  @endlessfables .

[irreparabilesa]

   she  pushes  her  notebook  away,  a  frustrated  sigh  breaking  out  of  glossy  lips.  her  thoughts  a  mess  in  her  head  --  tangled,  overwhelming  &  suffocating.  cassie  cannot  stop  thinking  about  nate  or  why  he  cancelled  --  or  why  he  has  barely  paid  attention  to  her  all  week.  “it’s  too  much”,  the  blonde  whispers,  bottom  lip  trembling.  “and  i  don’t  want  to  embrace  the  suck.  i  want  things  to  not  suck  and  i  don’t  think  that’s  too  much  to  ask.”

(𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁)  |  @endlessfables​

[fzzco]

" didn't it all seem new and exciting? " - lexi.

           her  face  is  like  goddamn  sunrise  or  something,  it’s  full  of  light  &.  so  bright.  fingers  link  together  as  they  itch,  to  reach  for  a  smoke  or  for  that  pretty  little  curl  of  hair  next  to  her  cheek,  he  is  not  sure.  but  her  smile  is  contagious,  own  lips  curving  into  own  as  if  she  was  tracing  it.       ❛  hell  yeah,  ❛       drawl  like  molasses,  excitement  a  lingering  feeling  in  his  words,  so  absorbed  by  her  energy.      ❛  t’s  like  you  and  that  christmas  story.  feels  new  to  me.  ❛      he  got  a  crowbar  to  his  skull,  lost  months  of  memories  &.  there’s  lingering  effect,  people  rarely  talking  as  if  he  gets  it,  as  if  he’s  fucking  stupid.  but  he  has  his  own  beat  &.  it  seems  like  lexi  can  hear  it.

[wandyrlust-a]

@endlessfables​ said:  “ And I, I was thinking maybe I should kiss you, but no. ”            vicious starters.           for gwyn.

his  heart  nearly  stopped  and  he  was  suddenly  glad  he  hadn’t  been  moving  to  begin  with.  he  was  seldom  surprised,  but  gwyn  had  a  knack  for  finding  ways  to  make  it  regular.  she  seemed  to  like  to  test  the  limits  of  what  he  would  do,  what  he  would  say;  it  wasn’t  invasive,  though  certainly  bold.  bolder  than  most  dared  to  be  with  him;  most  did  not  dare  at  all.  it  was  charming,  somehow,  and  her  wide  nymph  eyes  seemed  to  possess  an  insight  that  was  unfairly  wise,  especially  unfair  when  it  didn’t  turn  her  hopeful  demeanor  inward  on  herself.  if  he  could  will  away  the  anguished  looks  that  he  knew  she  didn’t  mean  to  show,  he  would.  they  didn’t...talk  about  that.  at  all.  there  were  things  that  he  knew  that  he  wasn’t  meant  to  know,  things  he  knew  she  didn’t  openly  share  with  hardly  anyone.  it  was  always  good,  felt  good,  uplifting,  to  see  her  face,  her  smile  without  the  grief  and  guilt  that  he  knew  trailed  her  like  faerie  dust  in  mourning.  dinner  at  the  house  of  wind  had  come  to  an  apparent  end.  cassian  and  nesta  bickered  somewhere  inside—the  home  library,  his  shadows  told  him.  they  wouldn’t  be  done  anytime  soon,  which  left  az  to  occupy  their  remaining  guest  on  the  balcony.  they  were  close,  closer  than  they  usually  dared  outside  of  training  with  their  elbows  near-touching  on  the  railing,  and  when  she  spoke,  his  shadows  were  as  dead  silent  as  they  had  ever  been.  he  buried  a  smile.  “but  no,”  he  echoed,  his  gaze  dropping  to  the  contents  of  his  glass;  a  swig  or  two  left,  but  nearly  emptied.  he  was  tempted  to  lean  over  and  peer  into  hers.  azriel  looked  up,  but  not  at  her—he  didn’t  know  what  he’d  do  if  he  saw  something  in  her  expression  that  he  didn’t  like,  or  worse,  something  he  did.  he  could  bear  neither  just  yet.  his  gaze  fixed  on  the  midnight  silhouette  of  the  mountain  peaks  against  an  indigo  sky  and  his  tone  was  nearly  as  smooth  as  the  liquor  in  his  glass.  “afraid  i’ll  go  easy  on  you  in  the  ring,  berdara?”

[askabound]

i've actually been an admirer for freaking ages, so when you followed me i was like OMGOMGOMG OKAY NO ONE PANIC. but honestly, your portrayal is just fantastic, and so well thought out and i've loved seeing you pop up here and there. absolutely amazing!

TINKS !! i actually missed having you around so much icb it's been months since i last spoke to you !! i love your portrayals too and that you're not afraid to tread in challenging directions and i can't wait to see more of them 🥺

[scarfwere]

INCORRECT MEME QUOTES  :   @endlessfables .

[nightsprince]

i swear you'd kill as dorian, or maybe cardan from fota.

MUSES YOU THINK I COULD RP

i have fota on my bookshelf right now i gotta read it !!! and ahH when i read more of tog i wanna write some of the characters for sure

[silverflamcs]

@endlessfables

     uncertainty lines her features while she stares down at nyx bundled in her arms. a delicate finger moves a strand of dark hair off his forehead, his wings flutter softly as she does so. thankfully he can’t use his wings yet, otherwise today’s task would be more stressful than it already was. he’s small and delicate, he’s absolutely precious to her and her heart swells with adoration every time she sees him. that’s what makes her nervous, she’s afraid of fucking something up, of something going completely wrong on her watch. why had feyre asked her to watch nyx for the day out of all people. if anyone from the inner circle were to describe nesta the last word they would use is motherly. did feyre truly have no one else to ask and she was the last resort? the assumption stung, but she understood if that was the case.

     the intrusive thoughts began; maybe they want her to fail, maybe they want her to be the awful older sister they all believed her to be. she breathes deeply and sighs, casting away the thoughts that bombard her. nyx was peaceful in her arms currently, but what would happen once his mother leaves, once he realizes he’s here by himself with his aunt. when he cries will she be able to settle him?

     she looks to feyre, “are you certain you trust me with nyx? surely, there’s someone more qualified, like elain maybe? the only experience i have with children is with you and elain when i had to watch the two of you while mother was busy with one of her grand parties.”

[featherstcnes-a]

drabble for @endlessfables​ ( inej ghafa )

kaz’s entire plan of funneling the kruge into everyone’s accounts had been a means to an end. deep down, he knew that the little group he’d grown so accustomed to wouldn’t last forever. everyone had their own plans, their own path in life. the barrel would forever be his. 

kaz knew better than to rely on other people. people came and went endlessly through his life. some simply parted ways, others he’d lost in a fight. the only people he’d ever kept close to him were jesper and inej. his wraith. and still, he was left alone. inej was always meant for more than the barrel. she was good at what she did. she was the person he’d turn to for everything. she was the person that could talk him down from whatever crazy plans he’d thought up when no one else could.

he’d grown used to her leaving for extended periods of time. the first time she’d left, he remembered the slight pang of fear thinking about her somehow coming face to face with death out there. but it was inej    ---------   if anyone could handle themselves, it was her. she’d left ketterdam with a taste for conquering her dreams, wanting to bring people to justice. kaz hadn’t wanted her to leave, but getting that ship for her, allowing her to do what she’d always wanted to, it was worth watching her sail away.

there had been nights before she’d left where he’d imagined what it would be like. he imagined sitting in his room, sitting at his desk, watching the sunrise and the sunset and never seeing her coming through his window. he imagined how cold, how lonely that it would all feel... and everything he’d imagined had been right. the first few times, he’d been anxiously waiting for her to come back. ketterdam was a mess, as always, and even if he somehow found his way at the top of the barrel, he’d had to fight every day to keep himself there. it wasn’t easy, and it never had been. but at the end of the day, kaz brekker was still a name people feared. 

every time he watched her sail away was harder and harder. inej wasn’t his to keep. he couldn’t hold her down. even if he wanted to, what could he give her? more of the broken man that he’d started sharing with her? a touch of his hand? a hand on her shoulder? he wasn’t sure that it would be enough. 

it had never been enough, kaz. she deserves more, and you know that. she deserves more than some scum born in the bottom of the barrel.

and yet those subtle moments of closeness they’d shared every time she came home were enough to make him hope that maybe there was enough of the broken man he was to keep her coming back. but this time? he didn’t think there was. inej and him had fought before, words of anger thrown back at the other when they didn’t agree with something. but this felt different. it felt final in a way that haunted him.

he didn’t know what he’d expected, really. hearing her compare him to pekka, hearing that man’s name leave her lips felt more painful than any dagger he’d ever take. the coldness had rushed in, those walls that she’d been carefully breaking down had gone back up, brick by brick. he’d felt the walls go up the second he’d looked into her eyes that night, his clothes soaking through from the rain as he’d stood with her in the streets of ketterdam. he knew closing himself off was a mistake. he knew that telling her to go was a mistake. and yet...       he’d done it. 

kaz brekker didn’t make mistakes. but when it came to inej? he was fumbling through unfamiliar territory. he was a kid lost in the dark, searching for the light. except now, inej and whatever light she’d brought to him was gone     ---------     and he was dirtyhands once more.

weeks had passed and he was a shell of the man he was sure inej thought he was. she’d always seen some part of him that was more than the myth that he’d conjured up in ketterdam. he wasn’t invincible. to her, he was kaz brekker. a man who smiled. a man who showed mercy. to others? he was the last thing they saw before disaster. that cane in his hands was a weapon, his words cutting like fire as he made his way through life. he’d brought down more people than he thought he’d ever manage. he’d already brought his revenge upon people that had done him wrong, people that had hurt him. he’d shown mercy to pekka. no one else would be so lucky.

he could have gone back to the dregs tonight. but his pounding head and his aching leg had him scrambling for one of his safehouses, instead. he didn’t want to answer questions. he didn’t want to hear the people asking him about the new injuries he sported. he wanted to worry about patching up his own wounds and have a bit of silence for once. when he was behind closed doors, kaz tore off his jacket, his gloves, throwing his hat on a nearby table before slumping in the chair. a heavy sigh escaped his lips as he sat there, eyes closing. his head was pounding, crimson red blood dried on his forehead and down his cheek from a cut he’d gotten above his eye. his leg ached, but it was a feeling he’d grown used to. whenever he pushed himself, it seemed as if his leg was another reminder of the fact that he’d almost gone too far.

what happens when you go too far, kaz? what then?

letting his eyes open, he stared by the window, silently hoping that inej had followed him here. but he knew it was a dream he’d conjured up in his mind. inej was gone, and if she was smart, she’d never come back. 

deep down, he knew she was gone for good. kaz had always been good at knowing where she was at all times. he’d felt a connection to her, almost as if there was something more linking them together. he’d been able to feel her following him through ketterdam, even if she was as silent as a mouse. he’d feel it, somewhere deep inside. but the space that she’d once occupied in his mind, in his heart, now felt empty. it felt silent. he ached to see that smile he’d grown to love. that laugh that he was lucky enough to be able to hear leave her lips. it had been so long he felt like he could barely even pull the memory from his mind as to what it sounded like.

with a sigh, his gaze moved to the ceiling, willing his eyes to shut once more. tonight, he’d heal. tomorrow, he’d deal with whatever wounds that littered his body.

kaz wasn’t a broken man. any part of him that had been broken had made him stronger, it made him who he was. the cracks that inej had left in him would be filled with gold one day, and dirtyhands would reign as the king of the barrel.

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for endlessfables : @endlessfables is a well of talent and just goodness. Never a dull moment being their friend or writing partner! Tinks is just so goood and always so passionate in all she does!

[featherstcnes]

@endlessfables​ asked: you  know  i  want  you ,  it’s  not  a  secret  i  try  to  hide .  but  i  can’t  have  you .  - zoyalai

   there was a throbbing ache in nikolai’s chest every moment that the thought of zoya crossed his mind. he often wished he could forget all of it. that he could get that damned blue ribbon out of his mind, the feeling of it between the monster’s  ( his )  fingers. it was as if he was constantly caught in a trance by her, caught in her eyes, unable to tear himself away from her. he held onto the small moments he had with her. the moments where her skin brushed his in the late hours of the night, fingers gracefully clasping the final cuff around his wrist before she left his room. every night, his eyes followed her as she walked away. as she turned to leave. as that door shut, closing him off from everything but his own thoughts. his thoughts were loud. untamed. and the nights where she gave him that tonic to help him stay asleep in an effort to tame the monster that was a part of him, there was nothing. nothing except the image of her he had in his mind before everything went dark.

“zoya --”  was she wrong, though? how were they meant to have this? how were they meant to have anything? no matter how much they both danced around the topic, danced around the possibility of ‘what if’, he still clung onto the shreds of possibility. because every moment he looked at those pictures of women around the world, matches for him to choose from, he couldn’t see the future. he couldn’t see himself happy. and every time he clenched those papers in his hands, every time he ripped up those lists of names and threw them into the trash, he knew that whatever he wanted would never come to be. he was a king. he had to make sacrifices. but sacrificing her, sacrificing their friendship, their everything, wasn’t something he was prepared to do.  “what are you so afraid of?”  it was a bold question, a push to get her to talk, to do anything other than pull away from him.

“you act as if we’re an impossible force that can’t be tamed.”  in some ways, he knew this path wasn’t easy. but was anything he ever wanted easy? everything always seemed to slip through his fingers. he wouldn’t lose her, too.  “and if i told you i wanted you, that i’ve- that i’ve always wanted you, that i would make this work, would you still turn away? would you give up on us before we’ve even begun?”  he was looking at the fireplace, focusing on the way the flames curled, the way they warmed the room.  “every single day we sit in here and you hand me endless papers with names on them. lists of women that you and genya insist i consider and marry and... bring peace to ravka with. to secure ravka’s future. but you know as well as i that the second i marry one of them, all of...  this is over.”  he didn’t have to explain what he meant. he knew he didn’t.  “i know you. i know me.”  i know us.  “and i know that all of this will be gone.”

how was she meant to walk in his room at night to chain him when there were already rumors about them? especially if he was meant to take a wife? how would that look to every person walking the halls? would they even be able to walk the gardens without someone assuming something? as he turned to look at her, his hand rested against the mantle of the fireplace, him taking in a soft breath.  “i’m tired of watching you walk away, zoya.”  a sigh, him running a hand through his hair.  “you want this. we both want this. what’s stopping us from giving in?”  did he know how to fix everything? did he know how to make everything make sense? no. but saints, he’d try. 

an ask meme i lost <3

[movedcrimefightr]

── EDITS  :  SOMEONE LIKE YOU BY A.DELE. 

[merzcst]

“ don’t worry, tracker, ”  the name was almost spat from his lips, his fiery gaze locked onto his. “ if i wanted you dead, you would be. ”  morozova’s tales didn’t just stop at the stag. he’d spent countless hours looking over books, over journals, over anything that explained the endless power his ancestor held. even just the smallest bit of information had been etched into his mind, crafting an endless hunt for power that he’d felt.  “ you may prove useful to me yet. ”  he said, walking a few paces further towards him.  “ it would be a pity to lose someone as...  valuable as you. ”  his tone was dripping with sarcasm, though in some ways, there was a truth to it. aleksander wasn’t a fool  --  the boy was gifted, clearly. finding the stag was proof of that. and keeping him around could be one of the only ways to keep alina near his side.    /     @endlessfables​   ( mal )    ☾

[wandyrlust-a]

@endlessfables​ said: ✐           randomized sentence starters.           for elain. // prompt 378

he  hadn’t  bothered  with  the  window  just  yet,  and  considered  leaving  it  open.  the  summer  air  was  warm  and  inviting  and  had  only  cooled  to  a  mild  breeze  that  stirred  the  chiffon  that  framed  the  window.  the  moonlight’s  impressive  reach,  however,  was  only  second  to  the  true  star  of  the  evening.  gold-brown  waves  spilled  around  her  head  against  champagne  sheets  like  the  earliest  rays  of  the  halo  of  sunrise  and  his  eyes  traced  the  curves  of  her  expression  with  a  soft  fondness,  a  grin  tugging  at  the  male’s  lips.  happy  was  normally  a  feeling  he  could  count  on  his  fingers,  whether  for  how  often  he  felt  it,  or  until  time  ran  out,  but  right  now  it  was  a  feeling  he  could  draw  on  her  skin,  any  shape  to  make  her  smile—anything  to  make  her  smile  at  him.  she  was  tucked  safely  under  him,  his  weight  leaned  onto  a  forearm  beside  her  head  with  his  free  hand  absently  twining  a  silken  strand  of  her  hair  around  his  fingertip,  gentle  and  content.  his  tone  was  teasing.  “isn’t  the  moon  warm  enough  for  you,  why  do  you  need  the  blanket  of  another  body?”  alas,  he  had  not  argued  and  had  no  intention  of  moving,  but  instead  ducked  closer,  something  light  and  playful  dancing  stirring  in  his  expression.  something  weightless.