#eric foster

[spiraling-webs]

I haven't been sleeping very well... I'm so tired. That guy with the rainbow hair came around again. They just.. stood outside my house, across the street, staring for hours.

I'm thinking it's time to move.

[the-fallow-library]

Hey, uh... Ephie? Wanted to see how you were doing. Sorry it took me so long to reach out after the attack.

@spiraling-webs

Hey,

Sorry to whoever this is but no one named 'Ephie' works at this library, not currently or when my uncle was Head Librarian. You might've mixed up this blog for another? (Though I don't know what other library was attacked recently and has a tumblr blog)

-Marlieke Evans, Head Librarian.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

Eric wandered around the halls, feeling disorientated. He ran his hands over the wall, trying to make sure they weren't spinning. Everything was wrong. Did he turn at some point? Why did everything look different? He stumbled around, tripping over his own feet and falling with a yelp. "Shit," he said, his glasses falling to the floor. "Shit, where did they go?" He crawled around, hearing his wife's voice in the back of his head calling him Velma from Scooby-Doo.

"Hello?" Eric said when he heard footsteps, looking around. "Hello, is anyone there?"

[ @ericfosterpi ]

Amelie sighed in irritation upon hearing the all too familiar voice. What a week,huh? Why is every bad thing happening to them now?? They can't even kill him.

"You have made a mistake coming here."

It says calmly and non threateningly, watching him with indifference.

[ringmasterdanny]

About 30 minutes after the messages on Tumblr, Danny hears the door (or whatever) slowly open.

Smoke billows across the threshold, and glowing amber eyes track Danny. The figure in the smoke's shape is large, intimidating, and very clearly horned.

Danny had an arm in his hand, one that very clearly didn't belong to him, and a tarp was hastily thrown over a figure on the floor. Maddox was near the figure, a striking resemblance to one Sinclair Foster, but so wrong and different in every way. They both stared at the man who walked in. "Oh! You Must Me The Guy! The, Uhhh...."

"Edward," Maddox provided, standing up. "Or A version of Edward. You're Very different, Aren't you?"

[filmap]

Grandmother's House Peter Rader. 1988

House 916 W Olive Ave, Redlands, CA 92373, USA See in map

See in imdb

[lyfedda]

NOT AN OPEN RP

CW: kidnapping and manipulation

Ft. @ericfosterpi and Tim from @allthesemechanismsbutnocoping

Enjoy!

Short, sweet, to the point.

"Is that plan clear then?" Lyf asked, staring at Tim, who seemed more out of it than usual.

Still, she nodded. "This isn't my first time stealing a kid, you know," he said with a grin as they walked into the hospital. "Not even my second time stealing a kid. I think it's my... eighth?"

There was a lot to unpack there, but Lyf decided there was a time and place, and that time was any time other than now. They had on a face mask and a wig, trying to conceal as much of themself as possible. "I just need you to cause the distraction. I can handle the rest."

Tim nodded. "I'm very good at distractions," he said and reached for her gun until Lyf grabbed her arm.

"Not that kind of distraction. Just talk to the nurses. Flirt a little, I don't know. Just don't kill anyone unless you can do it quietly and have no other option." There might have been a nod, but Lyf didn't see.

"Hello," Lyf said, giving the nurse behind the counter. "We need to see Penelope Foster. Tell us what room she's in."

Without her own say, the reception gave them the room number without following protocol and was helpless as the they to the elevators.

The two moved forward, blending in with the background and not drawing attention to themselves. It was actually scary how easy it was. Lyf walked in front of Tim, seeing the room number and stopping in front of the door.

This was.. wrong. It was wrong, wasn't it?

Maybe.. Maybe.

No.

"This is justice." Yog-Sothoth's voice rang in their mind. "Remember what he did."

How could they forget?

Lyf pushed open the door and poked their head in. Inside, Penelope and Eric were sleeping soundly. Eric was in a chair while Penelope was in bed. Between them, sleeping as well, was a beautiful baby girl. She had dark hair, but Lyf couldn't see much else other than that because the way she was wrapped up in the blanket. A swaddle, Lyf recalled. She was peaceful. Innocent.

Innocent...

Lyf shook their head and walked further into the room, Tim back at the nurses station buying them time. Could they really do this? Just take the baby?

Pulling down their mask, Lyf stared down at the newborn. They never saw a human baby before. Not so close, anyway. They were so tiny. Carefully, Lyf picked her up, shushing her when she cooed and whined from being disturbed. "Hello there," they whispered to the baby. "I'm sorry about this."

And they were. They were sorry for what they had to do.

Pulling up their mask again, Lyf held the baby close to their chest and zipped up their coat, doing their best to make it look natural. "Shhh," they whispered to the baby when she whined again, seeing Eric beginning to stir. That was their cue to get the hell out.

Closing the door behind them, Lyf whistled over to Tim, who... was dressed like a nurse? What the fuck..? They shook their head and started to walk towards the elevator again.

Eric looked at the empty crib and frowned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Weird that they didn't wake them or take the crib. He stood and gave Penelope a soft kiss on the forehead before leaving to go ask the nurses about Tahlia.

"Excuse me," he asked a rather tall male nurse. "I was wondering where Tahlia Foster was put?"

The nurse seemed surprised and quickly checked the clipboard. "Ah... I'm afraid I don't know. Maybe ask someone who works here," he said and gave Eric a horrifyingly deranged grin before he ran off.

Eric's heart sank, and he rushed to the nurses station, demanding to see his baby. Where was his baby?! The nurses looked through the papers and looked at each other. Tahlia should've been in the room with the parents. No nurse or doctor took her out.

Eric's entire world seemed to fall apart around him. The nurses didn't know. The nurses had no idea.

Who took their baby?!

[lambstwoth3slaughter]

OOC POST

Due to some unfortunate events (shadowbanned) I had to move blogs. If you follow @lambstoth3slaughter or any of my other blogs, I will be posting here from now on for Sinclair/Maddox! Thank you!

[roseshavethoughts]

Grandmother's House (1988)

Grandmother's House (1988)

Synopsis- An orphaned brother (Eric Foster) and sister (Kim Valentine) move in with their grandparents, who turn out to be killers. Director- Peter Rader Cast- Eric Foster, Brinke Stevens, Kim Valentine Genre- Horror | Mystery Released- 1988 ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4 out of 5. Grandmother’s House is a gripping thriller that manages to blend elements of horror and suspense in a way that keeps the…

[thefishywizard]

POV: you are Willy Stampler

[oldmanbracket]

Sexiest Old Man Tournament: Round 2

Who is hotter?

[evilstrawberry]

This art is brought to you by the color red.

[spiraling-webs]

Oi, Foster. You always get the call about the building fire?

-Eden @conspiracy-of-fear

Building fire? Shit, no. Sounds exciting, though. What are the details?

[spiraling-webs]

Uh. No, I'm pretty sure this is correct. Ephie, she has white hair? Usually, he's in a horrendous red jacket?

This is the account they've always reached out on, so. If he's mad at me for how I reacted to the arm, I get it, but. Can you just tell her to reach out? Eric Foster.

Hey, uh... Ephie? Wanted to see how you were doing. Sorry it took me so long to reach out after the attack.

@spiraling-webs

Hey,

Sorry to whoever this is but no one named 'Ephie' works at this library, not currently or when my uncle was Head Librarian. You might've mixed up this blog for another? (Though I don't know what other library was attacked recently and has a tumblr blog)

-Marlieke Evans, Head Librarian.

[ringmasterdanny]

Oh, My! Mr. Foster Has Quite The Pipes On Him! I Wonder If We Can Replace Those Next!

[mysterywriter2187]

With the Raft becoming overcrowded, Yelena decides to recruit some of its superpowered inmates and her old friends into a second iteration of the Thunderbolts. But when they're tasked with leading a military siege against New Asgard, loyalties are tested and tensions rise, causing divisions that will change the face of the Marvel Cinematic Universe forever.

[lyfedda]

NOT AN OPEN RP

CW: Mild description of gore and violence

Ft. @ericfosterpi

The pain they felt. It was worse than anything they felt since losing their entire system. Lyf wanted nothing more than to scream. Too many emotions in their mind. Too much pain in their heart.

Lyf's hair was glowing brightly. Iridescent blood falling down their face. They knew where he was. They knew where he was and they were going to make him pay. They were going to kill him!

It was what Sinclair would have wanted.

Surely...

Lyf ignored the stares, they ignored the people looking at them. They had a goal in mind. Nothing else mattered. If they died, that didn't matter. They didn't care what happened. They couldn't handle another loss of someone they loved. They lost so much already. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair..

The house wasn't anything impressive. Big enough for them, they supposed. Lyf stared at it for a long time, a voice in the back of their head telling them that vengeance was wrong. Vengeance would only hurt more. Forgiveness was always better. These were the lessons they taught themself so long ago...

The door was locked, but that didn't stop Lyf from breaking it open and stepping inside. They heard movement from upstairs. No doubt the man. Maybe his wife, too.

Lyf was correct. Eric came to the top of the stairs, gun in hand. "What the fuck-?" He didn't hesitate, he shot at the fucking thing.

The bullet connected, but Lyf wasn't phased. They stepped forward. "Eric Foster," they said, their voice echoing around the room. "You."

Eric shot again and again, hitting Lyf every single time, but they wouldn't go down. "Shit," he whispered when he was out. "Shit!"

Lyf raised a hand, clenching their fist and opening a portal under him. They heard the bedroom door open again, but was quick to open their own portal and leave before Penelope saw them.

In the Bifrost, the world around them was too bright and falling apart at the seams. Breaking like glass and each piece larger than the next, falling into the nothingness below the tracks. Eric was hyperventilating. "This is a dream. This is a dream?!"

"No," Lyf's voice echoed through his head, their mouth not moving. "This is as real as you or I. Welcome to my domain. It's been waiting for you."

The train passed over them, the people inside screaming for an end, crying out to be spared, to be killed. Eric's poor heart was going to give out on him. That was a fate he didn't deserve.

"You killed Sinclair Foster," Lyf said, not phrasing it as a question because they knew. "Don't try and lie to me. I know. We all know," they stepped forward, pure power radiating off of them. "Surely you didn't think that would go unpunished. A life for a life. Isn't that fair?"

"N-No! Please, you don't understand! They were-" Eric tried to explain, but found his mouth was suddenly too heavy. His entire body actually... his skin began melting off of his bones!

"I don't want to hear your excuses," Lyf said, speaking out loud. "Perhaps I'll kill your wife instead!"

"Nhou!" Eric tried yelling, but couldn't get it out properly. "Mheh!"

His skin fell so easily and Lyf relished in the pain he felt. They moved over to him and plunged their hand in his flesh, hearing the cries of pure agony. They reached for his heart, squeezing it. "Scream!" They yelled, the sounds around them drowned out by Eric's own hollers. His own pain and suffering feeding Lyf.

"I can't hear you!" Lyf screamed, pulling their hand free, the world around them shattering more with their anger. "Did they cry for you to stop?! Did they beg for their life?! I want you to suffer like this did, Eric! I want you dead like they are!" Tears streamed down their face and they raised a shaky hand, ready to crush Eric like the bug that he was. Ready to kill him like he did to Sinclair, show him no mercy.

But... but...

Lyf sobbed. They lowered their hand and covered their face, dropping to their knees on the tracks. Sinclair's voice was in their head, telling them to stop. Telling them to they had to stop. "Damn it.." they whispered, wiping their eyes. "Damn it all... I can't." They wouldn't want Eric to suffer.

Eric's body was back to normal and he... he stared at the person. The pain subsided, like it never even happened in the first place. He reached up, touching his chest, where his heart beat rapidly.

He didn't know what to say. He wanted to leave, wanted to run, but where would he even go? His only chance was to get the stranger to see reason. "Hey," he said, trying to be brave. "I.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry about Sinclair. I... I had to. They would've killed me and my family."

Lyf shook their head, looking at the man with wide eyes. "No. No, they never would have done that. They loved you, Eric. They... no. They wouldn't have hurt you or your family. Who told you they would?"

Eric was sputtering. "I.. I- I didn't... I..." he sat on the tracks, thinking. "I never got his name. Only that he knew Sinclair and he knew what they were capable of. Then I found out they were the killer I was after and I..." he looked around again. "Where the hell are we?!"

Wiping their eyes, Lyf looked around at their shattered world. "The Bifrost," they said, getting up slowly. "It was once a place that caused me the worst pain I felt in my life. Now... well, it brings me some comfort." They offered a hand to Eric.

Hesitant, Eric took the hand and was helped to his feet. Lyf didn't let go after he was stood. "Don't take my mercy as weakness, Mr. Foster," they said, squeezing his hand hard enough to break his bones. Eric screamed again. Lyf didn't let go. "You live because I want you to," they said slowly, squeezing harder. "You breathe because there are others who can, have, and will take their bites out of you. You will never know peace again."

In a blink, Eric was kneeling in his living room, nursing a broken hand and screaming in pain.

Penelope was at his side in seconds, trying to comfort him, trying to ask him what happened as they got ready to take Eric to the hospital.

The man didn't say a word the entire way.