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I've had a few ideas I've been wanting to write but wasn't sure if they'd receive...traction? Idk. Feel free to send your thoughts about these:

Mermaid AU where MC/you are a mermaid prime asset [with your tail being your legs welded shut or something] and your trials are filled up with water up to the hip. I'm going for something Rule of Rose/Silent Hill-esque:

Because knowing Murkoff...yeah.

Sex pollen. Toxic Shock events but replace the poison with sex pollen/aphrodisiacs

AU where Sinyala is essentially abandoned and you have to pull a Miles Upshur where you're a journalist and wish to expose it all, but the prime assets were kept inside

Harem [poly prime assets] but you're very...non-consensual about it but Easterman keeps forcing it

Slasher-esque fics where I take inspiration from slasher films. Ghostface Coyle would go hard. Final Girl MC is my shit

This is very specific but I had this idea of MC/you being dared to enter Coyle/Franco/Kress siblings' abandoned homes [because they're gone to Sinyala] but turns out they weren't abandoned and you essentially have to explain to your friends that you got dicked down in a house by Coyle/Franco/Kress siblings and they wouldn't believe you lol. Scary Movie-esque; it'd contain some comedic undertones but not really, it'd be more smutty

Wildfires have been kicking my ass where I am and my throat + sinuses are killing me lol I'm gonna get to writing tonight if I can. Mermaid AU is calling to me atm 👀

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I have no idea how to explain it but Coyle would enjoy Shrek. The first Shrek movie. Idk I feel like he'd cheer Shrek on lmfao

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Being a writer is great because if I don't find something I wanna read, I'll write that shit myself. The power I have

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Me when I first bought Outlast Trials: This is scary wtf :( Idk what I'm doing

Me now after getting killed by Franco for the millionth time in a psychosurgery trial: SOMEBODY TOLD ME THAT YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND WHO LOOKED LIKE A GILRFRIEND THAT I HAD IN FEBRUARY OF LAST YEAR 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

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I KEEP FORGETTING I HAVE CAPCUT AND CAN MAKE FUNNY EDITS. HELP

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PROJECT: CARCINOGEN [Prime Assets x Prime Asset! Reader] AU

Idea by @forbidden-soda TW: Horror elements, chemical usage on MC/Reader, we're gettin' spooky with it babey MC/Reader has holes in their skin as well as exposed skeletal bits, bloodshot eyes, and rough, scarred skin. Clyde Perry is alive. None of this is real, I pulled some magic, science-y stuff out of my ass. Carcinogens don't do any of this lol don't inject yourself with any

To Easterman, cruelty was a necessary evil in order to achieve peace; after all, one must experience hardships to truly appreciate the feelings of freedom and harmony.

This project was no different.

And so he stood before the room of his most trusted medical personnel, one of which being Barlow [despite the unsure quirk of her brows], and the infamous figure of Clyde Perry, sitting close to the front.

Hendrick's smile was contagious as he slid files onto the table they all sat at, his free hand nursing a glass of whiskey.

"Behold," he was bold in his announcing, "Project Carcinogen."

Even the name was something that made Emily's stomach do backflips with nausea and intrigue. A project had usually meant the introduction of a new prime asset, and the name sounded so...menacing.

"What was done to this new prime asset?" One of the many scientists took one of the files, a photograph of the new prime asset making his stomach mimic Barlow's; he didn't know whether to feel fascinated or disgusted.

So many...wounds.

"This new prime asset is named Carcinogen. They're a fascinating case, really." Easterman sounded like a proud father figure, almost like his child was in the school play.

This wasn't exactly too far off.

"They were selected by yours truly to be pumped full of Agent Opal, a selective, systemic herbicide agent. What occurred was truly stellar."

Barlow didn't like the sound of that. She pursed her lips, but questioned him anyway, "What, exactly, did occur? And what the hell is the difference between herbicides? They're all dangerous to the human body."

Easterman was more than proud as he chugged the rest of his whiskey and slammed it down onto the table, making her flinch. Almost like he was trying to control her growing rebelliousness and questioning.

"Systemic herbicides kill plants, and in this case, humans from the inside out. First, their organs began to shut down. They clawed at their flesh, trying so desperately to free their soul from their damaged vessel."

Easterman had looked like he was describing some holy event, but this was anything but.

"The herbicide...the carcinogens within it began to attack their brain, but amazingly, their body now relies on it to live."

This sounded like a horror flick.

"...Relies on it, you said?" The same scientist from earlier asked with intrigue, "How so?"

"The carcinogens are what form new cells. They completely took over their immune system. They require that specific strain of herbicide to live, but here's the most fascinating thing..."

Easterman leaned in, almost like this was a secret, "Their blood? Full of herbicide, now. Their organs, instead of shutting down, are now pumping a cocktail of blood and herbicide through their veins."

"This sounds supernatural," Barlow scoffed, "There is no way this is happening. Agent Opal is next to deadly, there is no way a human body would react this way."

"That's what we thought as well," Easterman mused. "But they seemed to defy our expectations."

"What were your expectations, anyway?"

Easterman did nothing but shrug. "Truthfully, we used Agent Opal seeing as it was selective. We wanted it to attack the immune system, albeit their body reacted in an opposite manner."

This was disgustingly cruel, even for Murkoff. But Barlow now remained silent, trying to keep her lunch contained.

She should quit. But she knew too much. Clyde knew where she lived.

"We have been using Agent Opal for months now, during the 'toxic' events we hold once or twice a year. But seeing it in action within the human body...it's fascinating."

Another nurse took one of the photographs, her face full of disgusted curiosity. "Their body looks like it's decaying, sir."

"It is."

"Respectfully, how do we stop them from rotting even more? Their bones are showing in their face, for gods sake."

Easterman smirked, pouring himself another glass. Excitement often lead to whiskey with him. "You don't. The agent is what's keeping them alive. You could even say it heals them."

"What in gods name are you talking about?" Barlow found herself scoffing once more. "How does a cancer-causing herbicide heal somebody?"

"It affected their immune system, yes, but their white blood cells have combined with it. Learned from it, even."

Barlow had to hold back a gag.

"What do they use as a weapon? They're interesting, but...they don't sound too threatening." Another scientist raised a brow, clearly bored. "A self-healing freak of nature doesn't exactly sound like they'd thrive in a therapeutic environment."

"That's where you're incorrect. We've given them a tank full of pure, concentrated Agent Opal. Spraying a Reagent with it can burn the Reagent's flesh."

The scientest rolled his eyes, "Easy to avoid if they have a heavy tank on them. Reagents can just stun them with their rigs, or throw a brick. And with the way their flesh looks? With all of those holes...Carcinogen looks a little too fragile."

Easterman sighed with disappointment, "Have you no faith in me? Or do you become a selective deaf when it's convenient?"

He was quick to speak before the scientist could, "Carcinogen can easily spray themselves with Agent Opal to heal. That is what makes them fascinating."

"And how do the other assets feel about them, hmm?" Perry asked from his spot; his neck was wrapped with pristine white bandaging, clearly due to Carcinogen getting a little too trigger happy when he had to bring them in.

Easterman looked like a proud parent once more, "They've formed a business alliance with the Kress family heirs. Combining a walking carcinogen and a science-oriented political pair was the smartest thing we've done."

Perry hummed, satisfied with that answer.

"I think what's most interesting is how they can heal other prime assets," A guard spoke up, looking over the files with intrigue. Barlow furrowed her brows, looking to Easterman for context.

"Ah, yes, right. As I've said, their immune system and cardiovascular system now pumps Agent Opal. This, also, applies to their bile, their saliva..." Even Easterman had looked slightly disturbed at this information, "They can coat wounds in their saliva or otherwise to heal minor to severe wounds."

"And that wouldn't...infect anything?" Barlow seemed unconvinced, even more so. This sounded like a horror story from the barracks of a warzone.

"Surprisingly? No," Clyde looked to Barlow, "For some reason, it acts like a 'mold' of sorts. The combination of the white bloodcells and the selective nature of the herbicide have made it detect and attach it to damaged cells."

Disgusting. Inhumane. Yet all Barlow could do was sigh.

"We've got work to do, ladies and gentlemen." Easterman finished off his new glass of whiskey, "It's prime time this week."

"Stupid fuckin' Reagents, throwing a fuckin' brick at ME!" Franco's voice was irritated as he wiped at his teary eyes. No, they weren't tears. They're water. Eyes needed to water themselves.

"I'll show them, those fucks..." He scoffed, sniffling slightly. His head began to pound, the impact of the brick making his flesh swell slightly.

He didn't hear the clanking of a tank, nor did he see you appear; your eyes, bloodshot, scanned him slightly before you walked up to him.

Pew!

"Stand the fuck back, freak!" Lupara smoked at the barrel, eyes glaring at the new figure.

Still, you stood there, the metallic nozzle of your sprayer in your hand. You looked like a damn strawberry, with the amount of small holes within your flesh.

"Let me help you."

You didn't give him an option as you licked your hand, your saliva thick and a sickening shade of flourescent green; you smeared it onto his head, making him yelp.

"Fucking- HEY!" He nearly screeched, his gloved hand desperately wiping the saliva off. "Did you just fuckin' wipe your gunk on me?!"

You said nothing, watching him with boredom.

The wound began to burn before he felt his skin begin to close; he couldn't see, but he did stare at you with wide eyes as he moved to touch the wound again.

Or lack thereof.

"...Your gunk healed my fuckin' head." He scoffed with disbelief, "You- what the fuck even are you?"

Nothing more was exchanged as you walked to the elevator, the doors shutting behind you.

...Whatever you were, Franco could tell you'd work perfectly together.

"...Interesting."

Otto held the tank of herbicide with ease, like it had weighed lighter than a feather; Arora peered into the beaker in her hands, the herbicide mixing well with her own personal mixture.

"And you say this...eats at the flesh?" Otto questioned with a raised brow, Arora purring from her position above him.

"Even if it didn't, it's bonding well with my work," Arora shook the beaker with eagerness, "I'm more than eager to test it on those...Reagents."

And that's all that needed to be said.

"You're a fuckin' freak."

Coyle could insult all he want, but deep inside, he knew he couldn't argue when you killed off the Reagents in record time. The officer stood beside you, the cigarette bobbing between his lips as he was in thought.

"...But you're an effective freak. I'm a man o' honour...I can respect when a freak like you does their shit n' does it well."

A clap on the back was all he gave you before he walked off, grumbling about the prisoner in the cells.

With Coyle, a clap on the back was flattery.

"Phyllis! Get away from the fuckin's herbicide bitch, they reek!"

"Now now, doctor daddy," Gooseberry tutted as the pair watched you work; reagents clawed at their flesh in agony as you sprayed at them, your face eerily stoic despite the torture you were inflicting onto them.

"They're quite good at this, don't you think?"

"I don't thinks, Phyllis, I know, and I know they're a fuckin' nuisance! This is our job!"

"Teamwork won't kill us."

"Shaddup! It'll take our moneys away! Who will pay for us with a freak like that?!"

Gooseberry did nothing but roll her eyes and walk off into the Root Canal.

She appreciated the break.

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not sure if you like weeb shit but https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7Gf0ZxjUY8

This reminded me; we need to make Outlast character UTAUS. Drop Pop Candy sung by the prime assets would eat so hard

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I’ve honestly been cooking up a Prime Asset Reader. Possibly someone latex-clad. Someone who puts others into place and who’s very BDSM coded. Possibly a parental figure with a paddle or a whip as a weapon? People would look up to them and be absolutely terrified of them, and I’d say they’d be Eastermans lap-dog in some way and personally attend his office frequently (if you know what I mean).

ID LOVE to write it myself but goddddd you do it so much better. Love your writing, keep it up.

Your Dr.

Dr. Anon...

YES. If it's alright with you, I think combining the parental thing with the BDSM aspect would make a badass mommy-dom-esque prime asset who hid her victims in her BDSM dungeon and she makes whips out of men's spines 👀 lmk what you think, I'd love to write for a prime asset like that! She'll be put onto the AU trophy shelf lol

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what if...service top franco......

"Pretty girl."

A rare occurrence, yet one that's always taken with pleasure as you feel Franco take the reins; his face was shoved into your puffy cunt, his hands squeezing and massaging your thighs. A service only a manwhore could provide.

His tongue slurped within your folds, dedicated to bring you to climax; since returning home from Havana, he's been lovey dovey. More so than usual.

He ripped himself away before you could feel the pressure deep within your groin, and he looked up at you with a drunken grin, pressing a kiss to your thigh before he slithered his way up to your face, exchanging your liquidified pleasure in the form of a kiss; you could feel him line up his cock with your entrance, pushing the head in slightly.

"Fuuuuck," his purr rumbled within his hairy chest as he pulled away, a string of saliva bridging your mouths together, "I love seein' my sweetness so..."

He licked his lips, shoving himself inside with a satisfied expression, soaking up the moan that escaped from you.

"Satisfied."

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Writing for 3 AU's at once, got a tornado warning. My writing is causing weather events

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Who’s your favorite character to write about?

Good question! I love writing about all the characters, but I have a particular fondness for the prime assets, Trager and Val. Eddie, too lol.

The prime assets because they're fun + accents, Trager because he's funny, Val for obvious reasons and Eddie because he's a househusband we all deserve.

Don't get me wrong, favourite doesn't mean "the best to write". I just like experimenting with like...accents and different personas lol

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Whenever an anon accidentally goes off anon do you ever respond? Like if it’s not mentioned that they want to go off anon lol

I do as long as you tell me who you are so I don't get confused [like Sgt Coyle anon, ribbon anon, beer anon, etc] lol I make sure anon's available because some people feel embarrassed when sharing thoughts with me. If you wanna go off, go for it 🤗

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Okay a little weird, but what about a Harem for a Prime Asset Reader? I’m legit thirsting after EVERYONE in game, and I don’t care if it’s not realistic but we NEEEED MORE STORIES LIKE IT!! All Prime Assets, All Expops, Workers, Fucking Easterman as well for crying-out-loud. ITS NEEDED!!! IT’LL HEAL ME!!

(I’m very passionate about this)

alsoooo do you have any word anons? Can I be Dr. ?

I've been thinking about making a harem for a while, actually! Right now I was thinking of making an AU where the prime assets were together and Reagent is their less-than-willing sixth member lol. It's in the works. Definitely need more ideas in terms of harems, though. Harems are fun af to write bahahah. I appreciate this idea as well; I'm thinking a yandere-esque prime asset reader/MC but if you'd like to suggest how they act, feel free. ;)

If you or anybody else has ideas, please send them. :D

And yes, you can. Can I get a checkup real quick 🙏 [just kidding]

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I got this ad on Reddit. Why does it look like you and Coyle are playing Hangman or some shit 😭

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Rereading this and I...I am not pleased with the OOC-ness 😭 I'm keeping this up ofc but I am going to rewrite it and flesh it out a bit more! Now that I know they aren't [sniffle] British </3

Shake shake.

A click of the tongue.

A box hitting a conveyer belt.

Then...a sigh.

"...Coupons? Really, dearest?" Otto's sigh was one of disappointment as you waltzed around the store, placing boxes onto the conveyer belt in order to win the ticket needed for political massacre.

Winning tickets to slay a politician was too much of an offer to resist. Especially with what's going on nowadays.

"What?" Arora's voice was curious, "What's the Reagent doing?"

"Using coupons, sister," Otto hummed a little, "Offensive, knowing our salary."

"Wh-turn around!"

Without complaint, Otto turned around to face the entrance of the store with his saw out and about; now Arora was facing you with a judgemental gaze, her fist clenched.

"Coupons?" She spat out with disgust, "Do you think so lowly of us?"

You just blinked. "It's for the ticket."

"For the ticket-" She scoffed, "I'm aware! I'm not a dingbat with shit for brains, my gem."

Arora sighed, putting a bony hand to her face, "Otto...my love...what do we do with this one?"

Otto simply chortled as he turned around to face you, "Well, Arora, I think we should shop for them if they're this...ignorant."

And it was so; you sat back as Otto manhandled boxes, the total coming up to 40 dollars quite easily.

The mannequins "clapped" as the ticket was dispensed, and you were quick to take it.

"Finally," you mumbled, but the siblings were much too busy looking at jewelry. You were forced to stay still as Otto walked over with his back turned, a necklace dangling from Arora's hand.

"Let me get a good look at you," she murmured, her free hand pulling you close.

She scanned your face for just a moment, before nodding. "Pearls suit you nicely."

"Don't they always suit the prettiest women of all?"

"Oh, stop it, you."

Maybe you can coat yourself in acid instead.

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I love how I can tell when Outlast fans are going through a Val phase cause my old Val HC posts get likes lol it's cute

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Severe thunderstorm warning and I saw claw-shaped mammatus clouds. Coyle...bro....I wrote for you smh leave me be. Constant thunder and rain but y'know what...it was 30 degrees, we need it fr