#endfated

[zzapzzaptasers-a]

@endfated​ <3′d

“Yanno, we keep meeting like this and I’m gonna start to think you’re following me.”

Is she trembling as she tucks her taser back into its hip holster, is her smirk plastered on a little too tightly to her face as she glances up at her big, red friend?

The small kick at the previously possessed plant seems idle, perhaps, just something to do with her feet -- but there’s a touch of aggression there, out of character for Darcy.

[gatecoeur]

endfated needs a hideout

“Great,” the shapeshifter sighed out, her voice just overflowing with sarcasm as she remained lying on the ground. “Glad to know that I’ve made in onto the radar of a paranormal investigator... Along with almost every other supernatural fanatic I fucking bump into.”

Given the scuffle Arrie had just been in, her talking mood wasn’t exactly the best. Still, she wasn’t getting the shit kicked out of her right now, so she guessed that had to count for something. She let out another loud exhale before sitting up to properly look at exactly who she was talking to.

“You DO know my powers aren’t of that nature, right? I’m just a mutant. Most of the time, I’d assume you’re making a mistake about me, but... Well, who knows, maybe you are.”

{ @endfated​ }

[tribridkissed]

@endfated​ gets the starter I promised

Hope didn’t HATE cats...cats were just wary of her.

She chalked it up to the fact that she was a wolf--well a Tribrid, but a wolf--and they simply saw her as a DOG. After all, dogs were related to wolves. Looking around, Hope counted the cats that she could see, and then she took in a deep breath. “You...have way more cats than I thought that you did. For some reason, I thought that you were EXAGGERATING,” she admitted to Red. Why he would have a reason to do that, she didn’t know, but she was a little worried that the cats were already forming opinions about her. “I get it though. Seeing you in here with them, you really do come off as a cat person, I just missed it.”

[imxthexhandler]

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

( @endfated)

“What? Come on, Hellboy, that guy was just a mark,” Amelia tried to assure her red lover. She smiled at him. “Come here...” she told him, hooking her thumb around a belt loop on his pants, tugging him closer to her, her other hand reaching up to touch his face. “You know I only got eyes for you.”

[the-smallest-star]

//From the stream! added in a few blogs like @endfated @solitxrius @helliondancer @traitorousscales

[dxmona]

@endfated

Demona kept slowly pushing her hands into his tense muscles, smirking at his response,

"It's the talons," she teased gently, sitting up onto her knees and moving to his shoulders.

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for endfated : Sending positivity for @endfated! They capture Hellboy's voice and mannerisms really well and the mun seems pretty nice as well. I've only got one thread with them so far but I'd love more (If only I wasn't so nervous about approaching and sending memes XD)

[cyberwitchblood]

@endfated​ liked for a starter!

“Yo, tall, dark, and spooky” Not that she was one to talk, but to her that was more of a compliment than an insult. An index finger points down to her skirt...Which he had stepped on, leaving her unable to move. Well, she could, but she’d end up making the tall stranger fall. 

“Feels like you stopped your train on someone else’s station” 

[extraordinarygrrls]

for endfated

Abigail Cain found her work at the BDRP far more invigorating than back at the police department. Investigating anatomy far from human, paranormal investigation, studying a world separate from her own but so close that she can touch it.

She was starting to understand why her Uncle Herbert studied what he did, this wasn’t normal, but it was certainly satisfying. She’d stay up late just fixating on a single subject, it was ectoplasm this time. She didn’t even notice someone coming into the lab until she heard a knock on the door frame.

Hellboy, blood sample third from the top, second from the right, she was intimidated by him when she first came to the Bureau, she still was really. She considered the ways in which the demon could quite efficiently kill her, and maintained a polite distance like she did with everyone outside of the lab. But why was he here now? So late? She tried to be as quiet as possible.

“Hellboy.” She said, gently placing down her sample of ectoplasm and turning around. “Hello. It’s... Late, you know. Is there something you needed?” 

@endfated​

[born-to-be-mischievous]

@endfated ❤

[baddeleyite-archived]

@endfated​

“I-I’m unsure of your people’s customs are, red one, but I am fairly certain that pointing guns at people is probably considered rude.”

[sorrowmarked-a]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ NEW AMSTERDAM || accepting 

“Well, that doesn’t make it any less weird.” -- @endfated​

“I mean honestly my conception of weird is like ... completely out the window at this point. I spent a couple months as a puppet so ... this is like a ... six on the weird scale at the best,” she said, glancing around at the carnage, which was a direct contrast with the sunlight streaming in from the windows. “I would say you know ... this looks like the work of a leyak,” she said. The victims were all so young. Her heart twisted in her chest, “But to set them up like they’re having a tea party first is ... yeah, it’s weird.” 

[imxthexhandler]

The Boogie’s Song

[Closed starter for @endfated​.]

While a lot of the supernatural world tended to keep away from humans, there were some that made a notable exception, ones that could possibly pass for human.

One, whom Amelia was hoping would be in the mood to do some talking...

She wasn’t on-the-clock tonight. No, this was personal. Every October 13th brought Amelia head first into her own private life quest or drowning her sorrows with a bottle of gin. This year, it was the former.

Since meeting Hellboy and learning about the B.P.R.D., Amelia dove into the search for her missing brother again, this time with a focus on the supernatural. After sixteen years of being missing, she knew the chances were honestly still slim to none of finding him, but she refused to give up hope.

With it being October, Amelia was hoping more would frequent the streets. It took some faux-schmoozing with a B.P.R.D. agent, but Amelia got a list of usual hangouts with activity in the city. Which is where she was now, trying to bait someone--whether it be an Elf, a Vampire, whatever. Honestly, it didn’t matter. She was a woman possessed by grief and desperation.

...And desperation made people do crazy things...

[the-smallest-star]

@endfated​

It had just been a simple trip to the museum, a father and daughter trip out near christmas. Funny how things never turned out the way they wanted. James was a fairly small man of 5′4″, blond and pale wearing a simple jumper and pair of jeans. His daughter was a small child, a short mop of brown hair and a navy jumper on. They’d been looking at the different exhibits until the lights suddenly went dark, the already mainly empty building seeming much more... quiet. James’s instinct was to escort his child to the nearest door... which wouldn’t open. It was 4 hours before closing, so what was going on?

“... Hannah can you give me some light?” He asked softly, his child extending her palm to allow a few small orbs of light to phase into existence and illuminate their space somewhat.

“... Daddy? Whats going on?” Hannah asked, her father gently taking a hold of her hand  while he listene for anything... he could hear skittering somewhere. “Not sure... stay close.” James replied quietly, starting to lead Hannah down one of the open corridors, “We’ll find a way out, I promise.”

[dxmona]

@endfated cont’d ♥

Another kiss was planted against his neck, and a soft little moan was heard as his fingers slid against her middle. Her muscles flexed to his touch and her tail snaked forward, sliding against his as she moved to straddle his lap, arms resting loosely around his neck,

“And if I want you all to myself all night?” she murmured against his lips.

[mischiefandnightmares]

New follower! endfated

@endfated​

Dream sand began to dance on top of Fey’s head as she fell asleep. But the sprite had chosen a poor place to doze off, and fell face first from the tree she was sleeping in. Fey hissed in pain as she sat up from the ground, as she looked up she discovered that the figure before had seen the whole thing!