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goldenponcho · 2 months ago

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Milkbones

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This took longer than intended, but I’m having a GREAT time with it!

Chapter 2: Welcome to the Menagerie

Before they saw anything, the three assets heard three distinct inhales…sniffing…followed by a sharp, snarling exhale. The person…or thing, it sounded more like, emerged from the darkness with a slow ‘Ssssh-tap! Ssssh-tap!’ of shuffling, clawed feet.

As “it” stepped into the light of the room, Franco’s eyes bulged even further. Long, black mane of hair…DELIGHTFULLY plush hourglass figure…

‘Fuckin’ TITS!’

And the top she wore didn’t hide them, either. Her nose and mouth were covered by a brutally biomechanical, metal muzzle, and both forearms were locked together in a cylindrical, steel restraint.

Before words could be exchanged, there was a metalic “THUNK” of piston locks, and the woman’s arm restraint clanged to the ground with a heavy clatter. She straightened herself, brown eyes scanning them all as she straightened to her full height (somewhere between Franco’s and Coyle’s) and tilted her head in an almost friendly gesture that absolutely DID resemble a curious puppy.

“‘Sup, roomies?!” She rubbed the circumference of her irritated wrist, “Anybody here smoke pot?!” Her playful voice wasn’t especially deep, but had an almost androgynous quality.

Franco bore crooked, gapped teeth, giddiness welling in him. ‘Oh, FUCK, yeah! Lemme play with HER! CHRIST! I’m DYIN’ here!’ He had already opened his mouth to communicate this very sentiment before Coyle beat him to it with a sneer.

“Another hell-ACIOUS female to shoot the whole wide world further ta PISS!” He snorted, “If that ain’t just a JOLLITY…”

“Oh, don’t be that way, officer!” Gooseberry chided, stepping forward with a matronly look of pity, “The poor little creature’s probably scared to DEATH…” Futterman interjected, “Yeah, pencil DICK! It was gettin’ to be a fuckin’ SAUSAGE party in here, ANYWAYS!”

“Swear ta GAWD, if ya don’t shut that-“

Franco stepped between the woman and her view of Coyle, “Cops aaaalways gotta complain about eeeevery little, fuckin’ thing, ‘uuh?!” He was practically assaulting her with his openly lewd gaze. “You ain’t gotta listen ta HIM, suga’…an extra set a’- UH! I mean…” he chuckled knowingly, “…a BEAUTIFUL DAME…such as ya’self is ALWAYS a welcome addition to our weird, little FAMILY!”

Her eyes set on him with another cock of her head. He could now see that her left pupil was blocked by a cluster of cataracts. Her gaze still seemed pleasant even at the obviously sexual quip.

“Oh, THIS again!” The Futterman puppet flashed human teeth, “Find that BINKY ta put in that mouth, and keep your PANTIES on, JEEZ!!”

Franco ignored the goose; he was more interested in this new broad, who finally began a slow, assessing, and understanding nod, “Okay…quite the batch, here!” Dark eyes took in each of her new colleagues, “I’m kinda catching the vibes! Bit a’ HOSTILITY…DEFINITELY some previous drama someone’ll have to fill me in on…”

She raised her hands to unbuckle her muzzle, and Franco noticed her fingernails. They were thick and had been filed to points, as were her toenails that peeked from beneath what looked like brown, beat up, leather spats. He found himself considering the thought of those talons raking down his back hard enough to draw blood and clawed toes pressing hard into his crotch, and he barely held down a groan. “Ooo, I would be happy ta FILL you in on whatever you LIKE, dollface!”

A paw had reached the snout of the muzzle and paused there as she fixed him with a sharply arched brow. “DOLLFACE…” She felt the quality if the endearment, then removed the facial restraint with an upward glance, letting it fall to the floor with the arm one. Her exaggerated smile revealed teeth as pointed as her fingernails, most seeming to have been filed as well, but the canines had been extended with what looked like silver caps. A symmetrical scar down her nose and upper lip almost created the cleft pallet of a canine.

“I guess I’ll take it!”

Franco’s buggy eyes widened with giddy glee. If there was one thing he LOVED, it was a SURPRISE.

Coyle stepped in to point only inches away from her face, and Franco found himself hoping she might open up and snap that finger off if for nothing more than his own entertainment.

“A de-monic JEZEBEL, if I EVER HAVE SEENT ONE!!”

She flashed jagged pearly whites, mocking a curtsy, and Franco laughed, sliding himself between the two again, now well within the bounds of personal space. “And who does baby Franco have the DELIGHT of welcoming into our humble menagerie?”

“Oh!” She smacked her bandanna-clad forehead, “Where are my fuckin’ manners?” She extended a hand, “Doctor Roxanna J. Gorman…Ph. D. Animal Science. Usually go by Rox,” she inhaled holding it excitedly for a moment, “How ya’ll doin’?”

The “ya’ll” brought out her faint southern accent. Not the strong drawl of the ladies back in New Orleans, but CERTAINLY not the backwater, hillbilly RACKET that was Coyle’s grating tonality. Fucked up little southern belle, huh? Milky…

Franco boldly took her hand in his gloved one. Instead of shaking it, he raised it to his face, his other hand wrapping itself around her forearm, fingers stroking the skin there with a brazen suggestiveness. “Mmmmnnn…ciao bellaaaa!” He practically moaned, pressing his nose to the back of her hand and inhaling as sharply as he could before practically making out with her hand, leering moon-eyes up to take in her reaction.

Roxanna’s eyes grew nearly as big as his, teeth still bared in an open mouthed beam, “Now, see…THIS guy knows how to say hello!” She startled him by turning his hand over with a yank and giving the back of his glove a long, hard lick, pushing his sleeve up with her nose to continue even a bit onto a hairy arm.

Franco nearly went cross eyed, giving a loud, high pitched whimper as he felt near to creaming his pants in that instant.

“UGH! Now we got BABIES and DAWGS practically a’fornicatin’ right in my line a’ sight!” Coyle’s nostrils flared in deep disgust, shoulders puffed as if ready to fight…someone, it wasn’t clear who. “A-BOM-ni-da-ble display of LASCIVIOUS FILTH!!”

Franco cocked his head toward the sergeant, still stroking Rox’s arm, brow knit into a smarmy smirk, “Still wear ya jealousy on ya SLEEVE, eh, coppa’?” He didn’t avert half lidded eyes from him as he gave the back of her hand a lick of his own with the tip of his tongue. To his delight, Rox’s contented display of teeth remained as he righted himself.

“You stick with ME, Miss Gorman, and we’ll RULE the TRIALS!”

“It’s DOCTOR Gorman, actually,” The correction remained calm and cordial, “Didn’t spend ten years busting my ass to be called “miss”, ya dig?”

Franco rolled a smarmy eyebrow “Ooohh, YES, Doctor! I dig DEEEEP!” He didn’t bother to hide the rippling shudder in his voice, and her hearty, entirely unladylike chuckle only encouraged him.

“Jeezus, Phyllis!” Futterman whispered loudly, “Even this little bug-eyed tit sucker’s aboutta get lucky! You gotta step up ya fuckin’ GAME!!”

“Daddyyyy! Not in front of the other Primes!!”

“And we gotta check out those CHOMPERS! NO WAY there ain’t a couple need DRILLIN’!”

“Hey! These bad boys are healthier than EVER!” Rox tapped a nail against a silver plated fang, “They’re an important tool in my current line of work, after all!”

Their meet and greet was interrupted by a sudden static from the five television sets strewn about the room. A shadowed figure sat at a barely lit desk, the rest of the room blanketed in darkness. The only feature clear from the footage was a completely bald head, wrinkled with age.

Franco immediately recognized the silhouette, and images of a geyser of brilliant red bursting from the man’s fragile skull flashed before him, as he imagined squeezing it between the heals of his palms like a walnut.

“Man’s best friend… A loyal beast, trained to guard humankind with its very life. But what happens to a dog with a poor owner?”

The room’s gaze shifted to Rox, who didn’t seem to notice, brown eyes fixed on one of the upper corner screens with her hands shoved into the pockets of her purple cargo pants. “Haven’t seen THIS episode of the Twilight Zone…” she mumbled to herself.

“A canine’s life is devoted to its family. Dutiful at all hours both day and night…like a saintly, obedient wife and mother,” At this, Roxanna rolled her eyes, bringing a fist to her face, jerking it back and forth and rhythmically poking her tongue into her hollowed cheek.

“But like a woman scorned, a mistreated mutt has only two options. Whimper in a lonely corner…or growl, and scratch, and DIG, and BITE to protect itself.” Rox’s expression had stiffened slightly as she and Easterman’s eyes locked through the screen.

“I do hope you will all welcome Miss Roxanna Gorman into your fold.”

She stiffened COMPLETELY as she fixed the television with a dangerous glare, “DOCTOR! DOCTOR Roxanna Gorman!!” She growled, arms shooting to fold beneath her overflowing breasts, “Ain’t friggin’ hard…DOUCHE…”

“To my longtime, loyal Prime Assets…my CHILDREN…I must apologize. For you see, you have lain dormant for this past thirty years, awaiting my return.”

There was a pause, tension INSTANTLY thick in the air, before the cacophony of angry chatter.

“Thirty…” Franco’s jaw twitched as he wanted to let out a stream of obscenities, but his confusion gave him none, “The FUCK does that old bitch MEAN?! THIRTY YEARS?!!”

“You corporate FAIRY!” Coyle trudged toward the television, “WE HAD A FUCKIN’ DEAL!! NOBODY fucks over LELAND COYLE!! NOBODYYYY!!!”

“Thirty years later?” Gooseberry was more confused than angry, “What could that MEAN for us, DADDY?!”

“Eh! Time is an illusion, Phyllis,” Futterman lisped nonchalantly, “Don’t worry your ugly little head about it…”

“Wait, wait…” Rox glanced between the three other Primes and Dr. Easterman on the screen that Coyle had nearly decided to punch a hole through, “So none a’ ya’ll even KNEW?! Shit…” she scratched at the back of her head, “…guess THAT’S a lesson learned by proxy…”

“You will all come to realize that what I do is ONLY for the good of our little family,” Easterman was clearly steepling his fingers even though he was nothing more than a silhouette, “A nice rest and a fresh start is EXACTLY what we all needed.”

Franco muttered a string of Italian curses, and Coyle looked as if his cigar might erupt in flames at any moment.

“You will all have a few moments to prepare for your duties,” Dr. Easterman placed the palms of his hands to the table in front of him, “Roxanna’s station is currently being prepared for her arrival, so her first week will be spent accompanying each of you in your own domains. Do set a good example, and you will all be treated well.”

The screens fizzled out and left the room in another short moment of silence. This time, Rox was the one to speak first. “Looks like YOU guys did an accidental speed run to the turn of the millennium!” Her grin wasn’t quite mocking, “THAT must really screw with your steez!”

“Keep a’grinnin’, you godless SUCCUBUS!” Coyle said through gritted teeth, taking s threatening step toward her, “Ain’t ever a virt-chyus thing come outta a woman wearin’ PANTS and TATTOOS!”

Rox only gave a close lipped smirk, and Franco purred, “SUCC-ubus…kinda LIKE the sound a’ that word!”

She turned her gaze back to Franco, the proud look never wavering, “It does have a certain, je ne sais quoi, doesn’t it?”

Coyle just seethed, clenching his fist in the absence of his beloved cattle prod, “Pinko language for a PINKO hussy! Pink RIGHT down to her tight lil’ PANTIES!”

The spark in Rox’s eye as the words formed in her head was blatant, “WHAT panties…” she fluttered her lashes in a mock-ditzy manner, “…COMRADE?”

All jaws hit the floor, Franco through an elated, buck toothed smile, Gooseberry simply in shock, a hand clutching at the bow at her neck, and Dr. Futterman actually doing a quadruple take between the two new rivals.”

Gooseberry was quick to grab Coyle as he bellowed an enraged roar and made to grab at Roxanna’s neck. Sharp teeth shone in a jubilant beam as she took a casual step backwards.

“You SATAN worshippin’, WILLFUL little daughter a’ BAPHOMEEEEET!!!”

“OH-my god! I do NOT worship Satan! I don’t even BELIEVE in the guy…” hands on her hips, she gave a sarcastic shrug of her be-furred shoulders, “Now, BAPHOMET on the other hand…”

Franco’s grin was so wide it was nearly a sneer as he nodded his bulbous head and rubbed his gloved hands together, “OH, yeah! THIS is gonna be WELL worth a thirty year nap in this fuckin’ shithole!”

“I got ‘im, Phyllis!!” Dr. Futterman’s voice was muffled as if it actually came from his arm and cable-filled beak, “QUICK! Get Big Baby Head to SMASH ‘im with that COCONUT!! HaHA! HaHA! HaHA!!”

Franco was too entertained to care about the reference to his large cranium, as his look of elation turned back to Rox, a brow arching and lids lowering, “Mmm! That Easterman cunt REEEAAALY sent me a little TREAT by capturin’ you, Poochie…”

He was encouraged when her demeanor didn’t sour. In fact, her laugh was almost…flirtatious. “Careful, Babes! ‘Cause “Poochie” ain’t TRAINED too well…”

Franco’s stomach did a flip flop, and he shuddered at the pleasant tingle up the back of his neck, “Oooo! That’s MORE than fine by me, suga’! BABY’S the one in need a’…TRAININ’…”

Her smile was just as wicked as his as she looked down her nose at him the way a lion might at a defenseless, little gazelle, but before she could respond, the alarm above Franco’s door went off, and the familiar siren to announce the entrance of an ex-pop echoed through the room.

Coyle had FINALLY calmed down to a manageable degree as the four (five?) turned to see the LEDs run across with the words “BAMBINO / BEETHOVEN” in white and purple.

As it became clear to Franco what this meant, he chuckled in demented delight, “Ya know what THAT means, doncha, Lassie? We’s got ourselves a little…DATE, you could say!”

Her lips curled around sharp teeth, “Well, then…” she placed her hands at her hips, “Whatta ya got in mind for me, Casanova?”

Italian translation:

Ciao bella! - Hi, beautiful!

#outlast trials fanfiction #franco barbi #leland coyle #mother gooseberry #phyllis futterman #dr. futterman #outlast oc

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sharrkbitez · 1 month ago

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i want to be on outlast tumblr. hello outlast tumblr. i have oc x canon stuff and also mother gooseberry. thank yew

(these drawings are a little old but still good i think…)

#outlast #outlast trials #leland coyle #oc x canon #mother gooseberry #dr futterman #oc #art

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the-hunter-himself · 2 months ago

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Bio of Hunter Robbertson

Name: Hunter Robbertson

Age: 44

Gender: Male (GNC)

Height: 185 cm

Birthday : 7 June, 1915

Occupation: Prime Asset

Favorite Flower : White Lily

Favorite Color : Gold

Animal Symbol : Ram

Personality: Confident, Sly, Natural Leader, Narcissistic, Generous, Caring

Short Backstory: A former Poacher and Hitman who fall under the experiment of Murkoff, Hunter lived a miserable life as a Reagent. After proving he deserved his freedom, Murkoff monitored his outside life and found that he was a suitable candidate for additional Prime Asset. Gaining his high life again, Hunter taught those Reagents the power of freedom Murkoff had promised.

Relationships:

Leland Coyle (Complicated, Romantic)

He had a complicated thing with the cop, mixed with anger, lust, conflict, and romance. Most of the time he took the dominating role against Coyle, toying around until he lost his temper and fought back to Hunter. But sometimes, they enjoy the soft romance they had with each other. Coyle loved the way Hunter kissed him (even though he hates him doing it in public), while Hunter enjoys Coyle’s Sweet Nothing.

Mother Gooseberry (Close Friend)

A nice lady that was treated with respect by Hunter. They often had tea time together, and duet sang for her children. She loved how elegant his look and how good he is with art. They both also shared the same hobby; Taxidermy. Overall, they are fond of each other’s companion

Franco Barbi (Close Acquaintance)

While Franco liked Hunter’s dogs and his outfits, Hunter himself was not quite sure how to feel around him. While he still respected him, he avoided his anger and had disgust towards Franco’s milk obsession. This got worse after he knew what he did to the female big grunts, making him protective of Alvin and not letting her meet the bambino often.

Dr. Easterman (Unknown)

No one was really sure what things they had, but rumor said they had slept with each other more than once. Some said it was due to reasons of sexual frustration and confusion, priviledge, and of course, lust.

Danny The Big Grunt (Close Acquaintance, Friend’s Lover)

Overall Hunter didn’t mind Danny in his place. However, he did wish Danny would tidy up his appearance even just a little bit and clean up the blood on his body especially whenever he came to pick up Apin on a date. If anything happened to Hunter’s little big grunt, Danny would be the one he could trust the most.

Arlivin Wijayakusuma (Close Friend, Most Trustworthy)

Fellow reagents that turned into expop, they had known each other since the earliest they were in Sinyala. They had the opposite personality, yet completed each other. Hunter provided most of Apin’s necessity, including extra food and clothes. She lived under his care and in return, she guarded his place.

Trap and Bullet (Pets, Loyal Guards)

Hunter’s hunting dogs. They were once his hunting mate after he was released. Failed protecting Hunter from a bear attack, which resulting on half of his face being mauled with several scars on his body, Hunter decide to punish them and taught them how to be a proper guard. Murkoff found about this and they were more than interested.

#outlast #outlast trials #the outlast trials #OC askblog #OC : Hunter Robbertson #OC : Arlivin Wijayakusuma #Leland Coyle #Mother Gooseberry #Danny Big Grunt #Dr. Easterman #Franco Barbi #OC : Trap and Bullet

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hammi11 · 1 month ago

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Black cat augustine!! 🐈‍⬛️

and headcanons too.

Headcanons:

-Hes a very eepy cat (he takes naps alot)

-he likes to piss people off, especially dr.easterman (Knocking vases, glass cups, and breakable pots over purposely)

-he only lets people he trust pet him (his best friend bruno, mother gooseberry, etc.)

People he don't trust: Dr. Easterman, Dr. Futterman, coyle, Franco, expops,

he just bends backwards to avoid letting the person he doesn't trust pet him lol

-like any other cat, he smacks people he hates with his hand

#outlast trials #the outlast trials #outlast reagent #outlast trials oc #my oc #my art #leland coyle #dr. easterman #mother gooseberry #dr. futterman #franco barbi #artwork #Black cat personality lol

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evilejfan · 1 month ago

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I am stepping out of my comfort zone and putting this out for you guys. I have an OC for Outlast Trials. I have mentioned before about how my personal OC Daphne takes on different personas to match whatever it is I am currently obsessing over. Trials is no different. I have slightly altered the background of a character or two, but then what is imagination for if not to make your own fantasy life better?

Daphne is Easterman’s adopted daughter. Years before Murkoff, Dr Easterman used to work with a unit that psychologically evaluated minors dealing with horrific circumstances. Daphne was 15 when rescued from a death cult. Her parents conceived and primed her specifically to be sacrificed to bring on the second coming. After the compound was raided, and her parents (along with all the other adults) were terminated, she became a ward of the state. However, when Easterman began his therapy sessions, he realized quickly that she was something special. Since she was never allowed to socialize with people outside of the compound, i.e.: go to school, church, ect.; she had yet to develop any preconceived notions of the world around her. He saw this as the perfect opportunity to test his own theories about the human mind and the development of personality. He pushed to become her ward and eventually adopted her, much to the delight of his wife, Irene.

Daphne grew up under the tutelage of Easterman, learning quickly and becoming quite adept at maths and sciences specifically. Soon, she decides, much to her adopted father’s joy that she is interested in medicine and at the appropriate age enrolls at a local university graduating with honors. Easterman considers Daphne his most successful psychological experiment to date.

Easterman adores and dotes on Daphne. This is mostly because she is such a successful example of his own work, but also because he honestly does care for her. He misses her when he joins Murkoff and once he becomes settled in the work of Project Lathe, he sends for her. Daphne consequentially becomes an employee of Murkoff and becomes the GP of the expops of the Sinyala Facility.

It isn’t long before Daphne catches the eye of Frank, aka The Pusher. The two begin a sweet and slow burning romance, which is quite difficult to do in such a chaotic environment. She sees past his physical limitations and find the gentle, tender creature hidden behind the mask. Her father allows the couple to explore their emotions to further his own depraved study into the nature of his adopted daughter’s groomed psyche. Also, he has some unexplained soft spot for The Pusher that he cannot deny.

Daphne genuinely worries for the expops. She remains deeply concerned for their physical well-being. Between the squalor living conditions and the general overall disregard for hygiene, she quickly surmounts that if the residents don’t kill each other, the sepsis will. The constant battle wounds she treats easily become infected and many of the inhabitants start losing limbs and eventually their lives.

Eventually, with the encouragement of Frank, Daphne brings her concerns about hygiene to her father. Easterman (after much badgering) reluctantly agrees to institute a “bath night” for all expops. However, the rotating schedule keeps the guards busy, and she soon gains the distain of the chief of security who begins plotting something nefarious.

I wonder what will happen? Can’t be good.

Thanks for reading, let me know your thoughts.

#outlast trials #outlast #outlast fanart #outlast fandom #the outlast trials #red barrels #leland coyle #dr easterman #hendrick joliet easterman #mother gooseberry #franco barbi #outlast oc #oc #oc character #oc wip #the pusher

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wckdaprl · 2 months ago

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There's a pattern, there's a pattern, There's a pattern there to follow.

TW - flashing images

Red is the color of tragedy. Is there a story behind it? Only time will tell.

#outlast trials #outlast #the outlast trials #dr easterman #leland coyle #outlast trials oc

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tillman · 2 years ago

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leland sweep ^

#all strength no dex golfer.#hes like 6 something and drives a gay vespa with cow horns on it #hes fine hes friendly hes just divorced and acts like hes an old man despite being 46 #diet dr pepper #leland (oc)

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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Adult Education Part 6 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jessica can't catch a break at work, and things are just made worse when she's required to plan an event for alumni weekend. Looking forward to seeing Jake on Saturday was only trumped by a surprise visit from him.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, eventually 18+

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

The next morning, Jake was ready to go and standing outside with his travel cup of coffee at 7:25 just to be sure he didn't piss off his ride. At this rate, he was going to owe Bradshaw and his wife something really nice for all of their help with his truck. And with Jessica.

When they both pulled up in the Bronco at exactly 7:30, Jake climbed in the backseat with a smirk. "Sorry I interrupted your evening last night."

She smiled at him and shrugged saying, "It's fine. I hope your truck is repairable." But Bradley just glared at Jake in the rearview mirror as he pulled away from the curb.

"Gonna buy a new one, I think," he replied. "Just to be on the safe side."

As the Bronco coasted to a stop at a red light, she turned to face him. "How was your date with Jessica?"

Jake groaned and said, "That's why I'm getting a new truck. I had to run five miles, and I was late meeting her. Almost fucked it all up. I love that shitty, old truck, but I'll need something more reliable if she actually agrees to date me."

Bradley snorted. "Yes. Get something more reliable so you don't inconvenience Jessica." He gestured to his wife in the passenger seat as the light turned green. "She was asleep when I got home last night. Just in case you were curious."

"I wasn't. But thanks," Jake replied coolly, watching as she laughed and leaned in to kiss her husband's cheek. "And thanks for the ride. I owe you. Again." Jake tried to think about what he could even get for Bradley. What did he even like? Wasn't that Grateful Dead cover band coming to town?

"Wait. You ran five miles after your truck broke down?" Bradshaws's wife asked him. "That's actually kind of romantic. I would have been a mess after that."

"It's not as romantic as all the doors," Bradley grumbled. But now they were driving through the college campus, and Jake's eyes caught on the building where Jessica worked as they pulled up in front of it. Jake also had a front row seat to watch the way Bradley leaned across the seat and kissed his wife as if he wasn't going to see her for a week.

"Bye, Sugar. I love you so much," he whispered, handing her a lunchbox with a tie dye pattern. She bid him farewell with a similar sentiment and then waved to Jake. And then Bradley sat there and watched to make sure his wife got safely into the building before putting it back in gear.

"Do you drive your wife to work all the time?" Jake asked awkwardly now from the backseat.

"Of course. As much as I can."

Jake was quiet for a beat, and then he asked, "I know you and she met a long time ago. Were you ever in love with anyone else?"

"No," came his immediate reply. "Always been a little bit obsessed with that one in particular."

Jake could tell. And that level of devotion was starting to sound more and more appealing to him.

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Jessica was so tired of the way she always ended up in tears at the end of every department meeting. This time she was sitting next to Leland, and it just wasn't fair that she was always being singled out. They were going to force her to volunteer to be a faculty advisor for an on-campus event for alumni weekend. She could already tell. It was going to be a tedious waste of her time, and Brian Conley would make some vague promises about getting her on a tenure track. But she just knew he'd never let that happen.

"Let's chat when we're done here, Dr. Reed," Conley announced in front of everyone like Jessica was a small child who needed to be reprimanded. And when everyone else was dismissed, she didn't move from her seat towards the back of the room. If he wanted to talk to her, he could do it from there. Because now she was just getting mad.

Almost all of the warm fuzzy feelings leftover from her Chippy's date with Jake were gone and replaced by self loathing. She had fucked up her career. She had fucked up her relationship with probably everyone in the science department. And she would most likely fuck things up with Jake, too.

"Jessica," Conley said softly, shaking his head.

"Please, call me Dr. Reed or Professor Reed," she managed to say without letting on that she was about to cry.

He sighed like she was the biggest inconvenience in his life and raked his fingers through his sexy salt and pepper hair. "Dr. Reed," he said with a sarcastic looking smile. "If you want to even stand a chance at tenure, then you need to comply with my ideas."

"It's so convenient that you are the one in charge of tenure for the department, isn't it? You know how hard I work. You know how much I care about my students. This shouldn't even be an issue."

Then he strode across the room and walked down the row of seats she was sitting in and loomed over her as he said, "You are the one who made it an issue. Not me."

Jessica was torn between the urge to tell him to fuck off and the desire to burst into tears. But she sat there quietly with her eyes trained on his as he added, "Now pick one of the events to manage for alumni weekend, or I can guarantee you'll be an adjunct professor as long as you remain at this school."

It didn't matter which one she chose, he would make it miserable for her. So she grabbed her bag and stood as tall as she could in her high heels. "Just shoot me an email and let me know the details. It doesn't matter which event I have to manage; I'll do a fucking amazing job with it while you try to bring me down."

She didn't wait for a response. She was out of the room and down the hallway to the elevators before he could say anything. The whole day was going to suck now. She could just tell. If only it were Saturday, she could be at Jake's place where at least her past wasn't hanging over her head constantly.

After three lectures in a row, she checked her emails upon returning to her office. The first one made her smile, because Advanced Calculus invited Jessica to stop by her office for lunch. The second was from Conley, letting her know that she was in charge of helping to plan and execute a beer pong tournament at one of the fraternity houses.

"Fuck my life," she moaned, reaching into her desk to get her peanut butter and jelly sandwich and room temperature bottle of water. Now she really didn't feel like having lunch with another actual person, but she didn't want to lose her only friend here. So she slowly made her way down to the other end of the building and the math department.

When she knocked on the door, she was greeted with a cheery, "Come in!" And Jessica once again marvelled at the spacious office with windows and the beautiful lunch spread out on the desk in front of the other woman. Today it was a delicious looking veggie wrap, an array of mixed nuts, and assorted artisan cheeses.

"Your husband always makes my lunch look even sadder," Jessica said, tossing her sandwich in its ziplock bag onto the desk and sinking into the open chair.

She responded with a laugh, saying, "Help yourself. He always packs too much in case I need an afternoon snack. How's your day going?"

"Horrible," Jessica whispered, reaching for some of the nuts. "I'm getting roped into helping with an event for alumni weekend. All because I don't have tenure. And even though I've been assured this type of thing will help me get there, I already know it won't."

"The fucking patriarchy," the other woman replied before biting into her wrap.

"Right?" whined Jessica. "Like I can't win. I'm never going to get ahead here. I wonder if Penn State still wants me. Maybe I should call them." She honestly didn't have much keeping her in California, but Jake immediately came to mind. Which was ridiculous, because they had kissed all of a handful of times last night. But he did run five miles. And he did want Chippy to like him.

"You can't leave me here alone!" Advanced Calculus complained, and Jessica smiled. "Which event do they have you working on?"

As Jessica nibbled on her sandwich, she said, "A beer pong tournament. At a fraternity house." She deadpanned, but the other woman started howling with laughter.

"I might actually be able to get my husband to come to alumni weekend even though neither of us went to school here!"

"Was he in a Kappa Pi chapter? I could probably make him some sort of guest of honor if he wants."

"No. Beta Gamma. We have the fraternity paddles at home to prove it. But he and I used to play beer pong in college, and I just know he would be more than happy to spend the fifty or hundred bucks per ticket to try to relive his glory days."

Jessica smiled tentatively. "Do you want to help me plan the event? I'm sure I could waive the fees for both of you."

She was expecting a loud resounding no. So when Jessica saw her nod and say, "Sure," she thought she might fall out of her seat. "Let me text my Beer Boy right now so he knows not to make any plans for that day. Not that he ever plans anything except a night out at the bar where I have to babysit him and Jake and the others, but you know..."

And then Jessica sat up a little straighter. Maybe Jake could come to the event, too. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad at all if they were all there. Maybe then Brian Conley would get off her back about everything, or at the very least, she wouldn't be alone when he tried to pick apart every little detail.

"Thank you," Jessica blurted out. "Like honestly. Thank you for agreeing to help me. And just for inviting me to eat lunch with you."

The other woman looked up from her phone with a surprised expression on her face. "You don't have to thank me. Now.... why don't you tell me a little bit about your date with Jake. I heard that man ran like a hundred miles to see you."

Jessica felt warmth in her cheeks as she divulged a few details about the evening, but then she realized it was nearly time for her to teach her lab class. "I'm sorry, but I need to run. Maybe we can do this again next week?"

"Sure. And I'll start brainstorming some ideas for alumni weekend. I'll recruit Bradley to help. Or maybe not... everything would be tie dye."

Jessica was still smiling as she walked to the lab.

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Jessica was no longer smiling when she was three quarters of the way through her office hours and nobody had stopped by. Her stomach was growling so loudly, she was sure you could hear it down by the elevators. And she was shopping on the Victoria's Secret website for something to do. Really, she just wanted to stop at In-N-Out and head home, but then there was a knock on her open door.

"Reedy," Jake drawled, and she dropped her phone onto her desk with a soft thud. "You got some time for me?"

He looked so damn good in some well worn jeans and a Texas Longhorns shirt. But to make him even more appealing, he was holding some flowers and a container that looked like it was filled with food.

"Jake," she whispered, standing up behind her desk. She felt goosebumps on her arms and legs as a crooked little grin appeared on his face. He headed straight for her and set the container down, and when he held out the flowers, she took them. "Thanks."

Then she noticed his eyes catch on her phone which was next to the container, and Jake's cheeks flushed pink. He swallowed hard and asked, "You doing some shopping?"

Jessica turned the phone over just as the screen faded to black, but it was too late. Her Victoria's Secret shopping cart full of thigh high stockings, a new garter belt, and a pretty green set had been plainly visible to him.

"Maybe," she whispered, realizing that the green bra and thong set matched his eyes perfectly. And now she was thinking about how he might react to her wearing them. Jessica whimpered softly. And then his lips came crashing down against hers. She dropped the flowers onto her desk so she could have full access to his body as she stumbled back a step and hit her chair. But Jake had one arm wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her on her feet.

She let her fingers sink into his silky hair as his tongue met hers, and she whimpered again for him. His kisses were so intentional, so sure. Like he really wanted to be here in this moment. With her. Yet he kept his hands very respectfully on her back. And she realized it had been a year since she'd let anyone touch or kiss her like this. It had been a year since she even tried, and she never expected it to feel this good.

"Wait," she gasped, wrenching her lips away from his and pulling herself from his warm grasp. Jake held his hands up like she'd burned him, and his cheeks grew pinker as she walked around her desk, high heels clicking along the floor.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, his tone bordering on questioning as his eyes followed her across the tiny room. She closed her office door with a soft thud, and then turned to look at him.

"Too many prying eyes around here," she said with a laugh as her fingers skimmed along the doorknob, already missing the feel of Jake.

"Understood." He looked mildly relieved if no less pink as she made her way back to him. And then she was right in front of him again, and his lips were parted and his fingers were flexing, but he didn't make a move to touch her again as she adjusted her glasses.

She had somehow managed to pour cold water all over the moment by wanting to close the door, but just the idea of Conley walking by and catching them was too much for her to think about. Then Jessica's eyes trailed down to the lettering on Jake's shirt, and her fingers traced the T in Texas before she really knew what she was doing. She made it to the X, before she met his eyes again.

"Jessica." His voice was deep and a little raspy as he reached for her wrist and flattened her palm against his chest. He covered her hand with his larger one and said, "You're in charge. You set the pace."

How could those words possibly turn her on the way they did? How was this happening? She just nodded and eased both of her hands up along his chest and around his neck while he stroked her arm with one big hand. And then she pushed herself up onto her tiptoes and kissed him softly, guiding his other hand around her waist.

"I want you to touch me," she whispered against his lips, and that hand rubbed along her hip and then up her side in the most enticing way.

As Jessica kissed down Jake's neck to the collar of his shirt, he said, "I can't stop thinking about you. Didn't want to wait until Saturday to see you."

She giggled against his stubbled jaw and said, "You come to my office hours so frequently, you're probably my best student."

Jake grunted and said, "Now you're just teasing me."

Jessica pulled away and looked up at his handsome face. "If I wanted to tease you, I would ask what you thought about the thong I was about to order on my phone."

His head tipped back, and she watched his Adam's apple as he swallowed. "You're right. That's a much better way to tease me. And I would say that green is my favorite color."

When he met her eyes again, he very slowly brought his hand down along her butt. And then they were making out, hands everywhere. Jessica's glasses were crooked on her nose as he pushed his fingers up into her hair, tipping her head back for better access to her kisses. Her tongue was tangled with his again, and her fingers were tucking underneath his shirt when he moaned into her mouth.

Jake cupped her cheek with his palm and let the kisses taper off, but he still held her reassuringly in place against him with his other hand on her butt. "So are you going to buy it?" he asked breathlessly.

"Hmm?" she hummed, brushing her lips on his chin.

"The lingerie. Are you going to buy it?"

She gasped. "I don't really need it. I have so much already."

Jake just groaned and shook his head with a look of agony on his face. "You need it. The green ones. You should buy them."

She was in charge. He made it a point of telling her that she was, and now she felt powerful. "Alright. I will."

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Jake was a little nervous that Jessica would be able to feel how hard he was in his jeans when she told him she was going to buy that bra and lace thong that he was dying to see on her. His current state of need was only exacerbated by the way she vaguely told him she already had a whole collection of lingerie at her disposal.

Maybe it was the high heels or the fact that he could see her light pink bra strap peeking out of the top of her blouse right now. Or maybe it was her glasses and her kiss swollen lips. It didn't matter. Everything she did turned him on. And she wasn't even really doing anything intentionally. Well, except maybe for the slight dirty talk.

He wanted to make a comment about how pretty that shade of green would look on her or about how he'd love to take it back off of her, but he didn't. Instead he kissed her softly and said, "I stopped by to bring you dinner, so getting to see what you were shopping for was just a bonus, Baby."

She laughed and ducked her head before asking, "What's for dinner, anyway?"

"Chicken parmesan casserole and garlic toast. Oh, and a brownie for dessert."

Suddenly she was reaching for the container and peeking inside the lid. "This looks homemade. You made this?"

"Mmhmm." He rubbed circles into her hips through her skirt with his thumbs. "Trying to get you excited for Saturday."

She laughed and looked up at him. "I was already excited for Saturday."

He kissed her cheek and whispered, "Game starts at one o'clock. And I'm completely out of journals again."

And then Jake found himself standing behind Jessica at her bookshelf while she looked for the titles she wanted. He had one hand on her hip, and the other was held out so she could stack the journals she wanted for the weekend on his palm. "Oh, you'll like this one," she mused, adding one more to the pile. "I've read it a million times."

"Maybe I can read it to you," he murmured, and then her lips were on his again.

In an ideal world, this would be something already established. He could just take Jessica home with him for the night. Probably have sex and then cuddle. And then they could both leave for work from his place in the morning after a nice shower together. And that sounded so good to him, he was actually willing to put in the work to try to get there.

But tonight, he helped her carry her bag and her dinner and her flowers to her car. "You take the journals home with you," she whispered, kissing him just below his ear before she climbed into the driver's seat.

"Enjoy your dinner," he drawled.

"I will," she said with a smile before Jake closed the door for her. And then he walked the two blocks to where he had parked his brand new truck less than an hour previously.

The engine started up like a dream, and he drove home to clean up his place for Saturday. Not that it was ever too much of a mess; he lived there alone. Regardless, he wanted everything to look perfect. He wanted his couch to look extra inviting. He wanted to impress her.

Jake didn't even go to the bar on Friday night. Two weeks in a row now he didn't bring a girl home with him and kick her out early Saturday morning. He could have gone to the Hard Deck, and it would have been fine. He could have played pool and annoyed Bradshaw by buying drinks for his wife. It would have been fun, and he could have come home empty handed, no problem.

But he went to bed early after he jerked off in the shower to the daydream of Jessica in light green lingerie, and he couldn't remember the last time he slept so well. Then he spent Saturday morning getting food prepared for later.

Jessica told him she wasn't picky and would eat just about anything, so he was getting the ingredients ready to make chili with the pregame show playing on his massive TV. Then there was a knock on his door. Jessica was standing there holding a six pack of Sam Adams bottles and wearing a fitted Texas A&M shirt and tight black leggings. He couldn't really tell if she was wearing any makeup, and she had traded in her high heels for some beat up sneakers. And Jake felt a little weak.

"Hi." Her voice was soft as he opened the door wider.

"I told you not to bring anything," he said, eyes fixed on her body as she walked past him into his living room and looked around.

She turned back to smile at him over her shoulder. She looked maybe a little younger and so much more petite like this. Jake had to fight the urge to pick her up and carry her around. "Nice place. You going to give me a tour?"

"I dunno," he mumbled, closing the distance to her. "You're wearing an A&M shirt. The Longhorns' biggest rival."

She pressed her lips together, trying not to smile. "I thought you could make an exception for me?"

He took the six pack from her and brought his other hand up to cup her cheek. He kissed her slow and steady until he felt her fingers meet the waistband of his jeans. "Just for you," he promised. "Nobody else."

When he led her into the kitchen to put the beer away, Jake had to laugh. Her maroon and gray shirt perfectly matched his new truck. "What's funny?" she asked as he closed the fridge.

"I just realized my new truck is maroon with gray trim. Just like fucking A&M. I've gotta be the worst Longhorns fan around."

"You got a new truck?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Yeah. Thursday right after work, before I brought you dinner. Can't be late to meet you again."

"Seriously, you bought a new truck?" she asked, lips parted as she gaped up at him.

"Yeah, it was time. Still hoping the old one can get fixed up. I tend to like to hold onto things once I get attached to them."

"That sounds nice," she said, lacing her fingers with his while he took her on a tour of his condo. He showed her his bedroom and the balcony after she inspected all of the food he had out on the counter for later. And she just kept getting closer to him until they were right next to the couch.

The game was about to start, so Jake just went ahead and told her what he wanted her to know. "I think I'm getting attached to you, Reedy."

She closed her eyes and let her cheek come to rest on his chest. "Are you going to try to hold onto me?"

Jake wrapped his arms around her and said, "Yes."

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I can't get enough of Jake (who even am I?). And I love Beer Boy being so snarky to Jake and so loving to Sugar. Reedy + Sugar = bffs? Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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muffy-official · 2 months ago

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Had ideas for things you may find in Tillys trials

Besides the mentioned butterfly hall with men pinned onto walls, you'd also find female bodies who were tightly wrapped in silk or even just silk ribbon. Makeup smeared, faces scratched, sliced or generally disfigured, legs and arms shaven if they do peek out. Another thing are statues that seem normal, but the closer you get the more you realise something is wrong. You hear muffled screams, sobs, pained moaning and the such as this isn't just a simple statue, it's a person trapped in plaster/cement, forever resteained and slowly wasting away. Most are dead of course, but some make enough noise to send chills down reagents, but also expops spines.

I also thought she'd be humming, sometimes dragging the blade across the marbled/tiled floors. The clicking of her heels and such echoing in certain bigger areas to the point you're not entirely sure where she is right now.

It's also possible she's keeping Babri in check solely by charme, pain he'd probably enjoy and threats to end up in that corridor himself if he happens to get too handsy and all. Once placing the tip of her weapons blade gently against his stomach, sliding it up to his chest without causing damage to make it clear this isn't a game, she isn't playing his little game and that she will pin him onto a wall like a butterfly while still alive if he oversteps the line. If he thinks she can't do that, assuming she won't be able to lift him, he'd be shocked seeing what anger and spite does with this woman

Even though Coyle is still the misogynistic bigot he is, he himself is also partially prone to fall for Tillys tactics at times just for that ego boost making him feel great(which she is not proud of at all to be honest, often it's to keep herself a little safer even if people end up seeing her as a slut/whore for it), something about these environments feel off in a way.

Gooseberry may be quite mesmerised seeing the bridal shop+studio, but might feel not so comfortable in that big church despite it having those pretty stained glass windows and elegant ceremony decor, futterman also being quite cautious seeing those bodies(not sure really). Him not liking this overall vibe these places have

#outlast trials #outlast trials oc #the outlast trials #tilly matilda newman #mother gooseberry #dr futterman #leland coyle #franco barbi

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uhmbrella98 · 2 days ago

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Prime Asset OC

I made a new outlast trials OC but I'm figuring out a name for her. This post is a long one but I'm explaining a lot

She's 28, from Los Angeles, and is a prime asset. Her nickname is "Big Sis" because she thinks of the other assets as her family. Gooseberry being the mom, Leland being the dad, Franco being her little brother.

Her backstory (tw for mentions of child abuse, child pr0stitution, and sa) is that she grew up in the bad side of LA, her parents were never around due to them being failed actors trying to make it big, so she had to be taken care of by her own older sister, but her sister wasn't a good sister so she often got brushed aside or forced to do stuff to make her sister money and at one point she was sold for child pr0stitution for moneys sake, money she never saw. When she grew out of the household, she became a bar tender, which explains why she's charismatic like the other 3 assets. While she was working one night, she was SA'd by a drunk man, which caused her to go blind in her left eye and which left a scar. After killing the man, she started killing r*pists and 0ffenders to defend people, unlike how she wasn't defended from that when she was little. She ended up killing over 50 people before being arrested, while in jail she was hired by Murkoff who found her working in the cafeteria, and the prison let her be sold off to Murkoff due to their connections with the CIA

Currently she's very defensive of her "family" but has a very twisted view on it. She's mainly defensive of Franco and when she sees him attacked, she claims he's just an innocent baby. She's very kind but merciless to those she claims are "bad people". Her main personality traits are her overprotectiveness, her kindness, her hostility, and her main emotion is disgust, as she feels disgust towards those who harm her "family". She views Gooseberry as a very kind woman and often talks to herself about how "mama" is gonna be proud of her, but she automatically assumes Gooseberry is always proud of her. On the other hand she works hard to get the approval of Leland, she wants to make her father proud. So she's a bit attention seeking. She's also a big anxious, as seen when she killed someone and had to rip their head off just because the face the person made as they died made her very angry and scared

Her hair is supposed to be messy in a way that she tried cutting it herself but botched it, and her roots are brown but the rest of her hair is poorly bleached. Her complexion is pale and she's the slimmest out of the assets, with her shape being more of a rectangle, with a flat chest and not a lot for ass

Her pronouns are she/her

She's American, fully American and from LA

Her weapon is a Molotov Cocktail since she was a bartender

Her main weakness is loud noises, so she's the only asset deterred by the screamer

The only ex-pops she seems to dislike is the Pusher since she hates how he forces his drugs onto other people

Her relationship with Easterman is sort of father/daughter like, but it's only in a sense where she sort of acts like a moody teenager around him. She doesn't dislike him, she just prefers to either be with Franco or by herself

She loves Franco the most, and will often spoil him with drinks, food, coffee, and cuddles. She loves her "little brother"

She also loves Phyllis, but hates Dr. Futterman because she thinks he's a terrible grandfather, Dr. Futterman doesn't think of her as his granddaughter. But she loves Phyllis and will often stick close to her for love, but she's a little traditional in a sense where she believes the father is better at protecting

As for Leland, she loves him to pieces. She views him as her father and will often seek guidance and protection from him. Sometimes when she messes up by losing track of a reagent or getting interrupted in her killing animation, she'll often seek him out for "discipline". She heavily admires his skills to dish out what they both view as justice

As for with the reagents, she's bitter towards them. She views them as getting in the way of her family and will do anything to get rid of them, even if that includes trying to break into the shuttle to get at them, which has never been successful. She gets anxious when she doesn't see them for a while and often is heard hoping they didn't attack "papa", "mama", or "baby".

She often yells a lot and can have a temper. Her main method of attacking is with her molotovs, but sometimes she just uses hairspray and the lighter for her cocktails to act as a flamethrower. But she hates getting dirty so she'll only get close if she's all out of options

All in all, her nickname is Big Sis, she grew up in the bad part of LA, is fully American, and craves a family. Here's her design, I got too lazy to draw her so I made her in Gacha Life 2 and edited it a bit in ibis.

#outlast trials #franco barbi #il bambino #leland coyle #the outlast trials #mother gooseberry #outlast #outlast oc #outlast trials oc

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