#Sinclair foster

[the-leaches]

ok. thank you.

love you

What the fuck..?

[lyfedda]

SINCLAIR FUNERAL OPEN RP

CW: death (obviously)

Lyf looked down at the coffin and the person in it. Everything was.. they wouldn't say perfect, but it was as they wanted. They put a hand on Sinclair's, uncomfortable with the stiffness, with the cold.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair...

"They tried to convince me to cremate... but I know how much you hate the heat," Lyf said softly to the corpse. "Besides... you always wanted to be given back to the Earth. I hope it's kind to you." They gave a wobbly smile, trying to hold back the tears.

They turned only when they heard footsteps approach. Ah.. it was time then. "Welcome," they said, stepping aside. "Thank you for coming."

[styxwings]

Made an animation today and I have decided I liked how it turned out enough to post it :3

Featuring Sinclair from @lambsthroughtheco0ridors and Lyf from @lyfedda (sorry for the tagging lol)

[jamesliddel1964]

Sinclair knocked on the office door loudly, not giving James a moment to answer before they walked inside. "Hello!" They said, grinning widely. They looked over James once, giving him a rather disgusted look. "Sinclair Foster, at your service. My partner, Lyf, they brought by some paperwork. My will. You never followed up with them, so I was just swinging by to see if you had gotten around to finalizing it."

[ @lambstoth3slaughter ]

James arches an eyebrow.

"It is rather rude to barge in like this,mx Foster."

He said coldly, avoiding their eyes.

"I fear I have been awfully busy and have not gotten around to looking at it."

[niki-is-clay]

niki sobs quietly into tim’s neck.

“w-what do i keep doing wr-wrong?”

"You're thinking too much still," Jonny said, shaking his head and kneeling down, helping Niki aim the revolver properly. "The target is right there, okay? You've got this, you hit it three times already!"

Not exactly the target, but they hit the wall next to it! Close enough, Jonny kept saying.

"Are you nervous, love?" Jonny asked after a moment, putting a hand on her back. It definitely wasn't what Tim meant when she said they needed to bond more, but tomato potato, right?

[ @lambstwoth3slaughter ]

she nods, hand shaking. “i-it’s so loud.” she whimpers, shivering at the touch. “and- and i don’t wanna hurt anyone! i don’t like hurting people!”

[elysium-passge]

H̸a̸p̶p̵y̸ ̴b̸i̵r̷t̶h̸d̶a̵y̴ ̷t̵o̷ ̶m̷e̴.̴.̶.̵

[thears0nist]

Gerry, Gerry, Gerry, Gerry!!!

*boops Gerry's nose*

You're doing great, sweetie!

-@lambstoth3slaughter

… *bites their finger gently*

[lambstwoth3slaughter]

Back from the dead I see

-Ephie, @the-fallow-library

Can't keep a bad bitch like me down.

Who are you? Another friend?

[elysium-passge]

Thanks mx ominous does it have black licorice

C̸o̷m̶e̸ ̴f̶i̸n̵d̴ ̷o̷u̸t̵

C̸o̷m̶e̸ ̴f̶i̸n̵d̴ ̷o̷u̸t̵ C̸o̷m̶e̸ ̴f̶i̸n̵d̴ ̷o̷u̸t̵ C̸o̷m̶e̸ ̴f̶i̸n̵d̴ ̷o̷u̸t̵ C̸o̷m̶e̸ ̴f̶i̸n̵d̴ ̷o̷u̸t̵ C̸o̷m̶e̸ ̴f̶i̸n̵d̴ ̷o̷u̸t̵ C̸o̷m̶e̸ ̴f̶i̸n̵d̴ ̷o̷u̸t̵

C̸o̷m̶e̸ ̴f̶i̸n̵d̴ ̷o̷u̸t̵ C̸o̷m̶e̸ ̴f̶i̸n̵d̴ ̷o̷u̸t̵

C̸o̷m̶e̸ ̴f̶i̸n̵d̴ ̷o̷u̸t̵

[peachyvillian]

HALLOWEEN THEMED ART AHHH!!!!!! AHHHHH!!! could not finish sparrow or lark in time so sorry. but the kiddads as horror/spooky stuff i enjoy!!! grant as brahms, nick as ghostface, terry as lestat, lark as leatherface (SPECIFICALLY thomas hewitt) and sparrow as vincent from house of wax!!!

[y3strr]

Me, fully convinced that the slashers wouldn’t kill me bc I’m basically Y/N

[laertesthelocalstranger]

Who Are You?

There! Much Better!

[lambstwoth3slaughter]

idk who u guys are but ur birthday is very close to mine !!! :3

happy birthday !!!

- @macy-iwa-edas

Thank you! And happy almost birthday to you!

[elysium-passge]

Then what food does hell have

Y̵̜̋̒͠ö̶̟͖̔ű̶͙̀̈́͜ͅ'̶̧̩̏l̷̩͋l̴̢̢̿̚͝ ̶͙̬̐́͒ͅk̶̫̊́̚ǹ̶͖̀̈́o̸̩̓͑w̶̡̰̻̿̿̆ ̶̥̠͗͊̅s̸̤̻̀ỏ̶̻͑o̵͓͙̓͗n̴͚̬̭͊ ̵͔̺̀̏ể̸̲̹ṇ̴̪̺͠o̷̬̾̅͠u̵͈͘g̸̨̾͝h̶̗̖̊.̴̛̹

[lambstwoth3slaughter]

You're alive?!

-Kieran, @researchercase

Allegedly.

[rosalind-learns-blogging]

“Course I do.” Vic stared at the stranger, a distrustful look in his eyes. There was a strange look to him, like a caged animal trying to find a way out. Running. Even if it included fighting and scratching and biting to get out. “I’m not stupid.” He scanned Sinclair’ face and body for signs of hostility.

Vic woke up in Pahket’s arms with one thought in his mind: he needed to get home. He knew that he couldn’t be a good kid if he was here, because his parents told him to stay outside the house, and he was far away. So he pulled himself out of Pahket’s grip and made his way to the door.

A small kid with too-big clothes snuck around London. He didn’t know the way home, all he knew was that if he got caught, next time it wouldn’t be so easy to escape. Except, he was quickly lost in the snaking alleys and foggy streets of London. He was used to trees and open space, not cities.

Vic was lost, alone, and on a mission to get to a place where he wasn’t wanted. All of that, combined with the ill-fitting clothes, the animalistic way he moved, and the aura of the Hunt that surrounded him, made him stick out like a sore thumb.