#sinclair foster

[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."

[lambstwoth3slaughter]

What the fuck..?

[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."

[elysium-passge]

H̸a̸p̶p̵y̸ ̴b̸i̵r̷t̶h̸d̶a̵y̴ ̷t̵o̷ ̶m̷e̴.̴.̶.̵

[lambstwoth3slaughter]

I have a brother...

That's... pretty fucking cool. Hah..

[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

[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]

So, the guy that had a toddler holding and shooting a gun is about to have another kid to fuck up? Yikes.

[elysium-passge]

Then what food does hell have

Y̵̜̋̒͠ö̶̟͖̔ű̶͙̀̈́͜ͅ'̶̧̩̏l̷̩͋l̴��̢̢̿̚ ̶͙̬̐́͒ͅk̶̫̊́̚ǹ̶͖̀̈́o̸̩̓͑w̶̡̰̻̿̿̆ ̶̥̠͗͊̅s̸̤̻̀ỏ̶̻͑o̵͓͙̓͗n̴͚̬̭͊ ̵͔̺̀̏ể̸̲̹ṇ̴̪̺͠o̷̬̾̅͠u̵͈͘g̸̨̾͝h̶̗̖̊.̴̛̹

[lambstwoth3slaughter]

Oh noooo I'm loitering. I hope no pretty cop comes to arrest me :3

[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.

[elysium-passge]

Does hell have cheesecake

N̵̛̬̺̣͕͍̤̓̇͛̊̒̿̀̈́́͂̚͠ỏ̴̧̨̡̱̖̭͇̼̖̫͙̱̥͎̹̥̳̣̤͙̪̺͓̏̃͊̈́̿̕

[sofrosine]

— WIP WORD TRAIN

i was tagged by my beloved @lilywatt (whom i feel holding a gun to the back of my head) to do something for the first time in like a year like a normal person so everyone say thank you macy.

rules: for each letter of the word you're given, share an excerpt from a wip that starts with that letter. the word i was given is SIGH.

S — Soap helps, but not much. She lathers her hands, scrubs until her skin feels raw and her cuticles start to tear, but Max’s blood lingers in the lines of her palms and deep under her fingernails.

I — It doesn’t have to be like this. Isabel knows that she could cut her losses and run from this man, that she could tell him to stay far, far away from her and that he would do so without question — that he would be relieved by the very suggestion.

But she doesn’t.

Loving him is a decision she makes, a conscious acceptance of everything he offers, both good and bad.

G — Grounding. It wades through the fog in his head and settles gently around the burning edges of his consciousness. It brings him back to the present.

“Olly.”

Hesitantly, he turns to her. Shame pulls at his gut, but for what, he can’t decide. For the drunkenness? For the vulnerability? For the inability to look her in the eyes?

H — He repeats the name in his mind like a mantra, a litany, a prayer, unaware that his scorched throat is choking desperately around the syllables.

Lily. Lily.

YOUR WORD IS: GLOW

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[lambstwoth3slaughter]

This message is for Martin Blackwood and Martin Blackwood only.

You're cute 💜