#oc Dr Leland

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Howdy folks!

Life has been rough, so I have been quiet. Very, very quiet. Zayne’s bday came at a fun~ time for me and I’m very grateful I got to participate at all 😅 bc I would have been so bummed to miss it like I almost missed his freaking myth 🥴 it just unfortunately pushed me to be a bit more social than I should have at a time I needed to chill.

Anyway, y’all know the blog motto by now, so have an art dump. I know I said I wouldn’t be posting OC art here anymore (and for everyone who wants to keep abreast with AU Greyson, his art will continue to be posted on @eniteoepoch once it’s set up) but until I get around to that, enjoy the pile of wips, trash sketches, concepts for future pieces, and self care paintings~

You guys are great, and to everyone who’s reached out, I’m definitely alive, i adore you, and I’ll be communicative again soon 💜

[doubleaabat]

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and happy holidays to the rest ! I hope you have a good morning, afternoon or night

[wendigoruble]

More Gen

[muffy-official]

I feel like I can't seem to make anything proper again, just another little crisis so have those random doodles and whenever I'm there mentally again I keep worrying way too much and trying to not think I'm annoying with my character stuff sorry for the semi vent, but somehow this week's been weird private matter wise😭

Gabs might also have to make it clear she's no nurse, that she's only capable of basic things+ stitching, but she'd aid grunts and other expop who got friendly fire'd immediately if needed. With primes she's a bit hesitant but gets the job done. One time she wouldn't care about anything is if pulling sleeves or pant legs up too high cuts blood circulation after a while as she refuses to cut the fabric to have it go up better. You gotta endure it once it's done

Also screw yall/j *genderbends the prime asset as a excuse to draw these suit sets*

[infested-screens]

🫀WELCOME🫀

My name is Creep!!

This is a side blog for my outlast stuff!!

BLOG WILL CONTAIN:

Including:

Headcannons/Ideas

Small fics

Drawings

Oc stuff

CHARACTER LIST:

Canon:

Alice Bradley Avellanos

Amelia Collier

Andrew

Chris Walker

Clyde Perry

Eddie Gluskin

Franco Barbi

Frank Manera

Hendrick Joliet Easterman

Jeremy Blaire

Leland Coyle

Miles Upshur

Mother Gooseberry

Nick Tremblay

Paul Marion

Pauline Glick

Richard Trager

Simon Peacock

The Twins

The Walrider

Val

Waylon Park

William Hope

Oc:

Dr. Leon Weber

Dr. Adam Virgin

Dr. Albert Wolfenstein

John Doe

Markus Dean

Cyrus Elrod

Also come join me in my little server :3!! I’ll be able answer questions a lot faster there :3

!!THANK YOU FOR READING POOKIE <3!!

[maria-crossover]

Memes I made with my OC because I'm bored :P

María after a mental breakdown:

María most of the time:

And this shit 🙏

Okay, i'm done- bye!

[crispy-dib]

PROJECT PATCHWORK #4/ MAJOR UPDATE PART 2:

“Sinyala’s Happy Family”

Previous - Next

(Long as hell post lmao - get ready to read!)

Eli, incredibly cautiously, makes his way over to Phyllis, trembling with every step, searching intensely for any signs of aggression.

But from Mother there was none. The goose simply looked perpetually angry.

Eventually, Eli embraces Phyllis, his head resting against her chest.

“Ahh, come on! Y’gonna give him some sugar and not even give ME a taste?!” Franco yells, balling his fists together and stomping like a g-ddamn cartoon.

Phyllis turns to Franco with what appeared to be her version of a scowl.

“Naughty boys like YOU have to earn Mother’s time!” She scolds.

There’s a short pause, then Doctor Futterman speaks:

“Besides, he’s also been brushing. Look at his teeths!”

Another short pause.

Phyllis lifts up Eli’s chin, inspecting both the teeth on his mask and his actual teeth.

While damaged, they were shockingly white.

“Why, you’re right, Doctor Daddy! Like pearls they are…” Phyllis trails.

She gently offers her hand, and she walks Eli to a sink, treating his reopened wounds.

On the other side of the screens, Dr. Easterman lights a cigarette, offering one to his associate, who declines.

“Are we celebrating or mourning?” She asks.

“Celebrating - normally I’d offer you a drink, but I think you have to be sober to enjoy this.” Easterman replies with a grin.

“Why are we allowing this?” She asks, her skepticism making Hendrick scoff and shake his head.

He squints for a moment.

“What do you think is a problem?” He almost accuses.

“Why are we letting Futterman nurture Elliot…isn’t the whole part of this therapy to break them?”

“Because the family is growing.” He takes a drag on his cigarette for a moment, exhaling smoothly.

“So we have Mother, Father, Baby, and…?”

“Grandmother.”

“…Really?”

Hendrick nods.

“Patchwork’s a remarkable case - one that’s sure to raise our innocent baby into a true gentleman.”

“This is about Reagent deaths.”

“Precisely. With someone almost constantly with Baby, we can ensure that he grows into what we need. It will work…the therapies just take time.”

“What if it doesn’t?”

“We cannot afford it to fail. Not now.”

Hendrick takes another drag.

“Not ever.”

His attention was immediately turned to the cameras, as he hears a soft whimper.

“Mm…mama…” Eli trembles.

“That is what I’ve been waiting for.” Hendrick says.

“You’re breakin’ my fuckin’ balls here!” Franco complains.

“Oh shut up ya whiny brat!” Dr. Futterman growls.

“Hey, you want my shit?!” Franco threatens.

“Enough!!” Phyllis scolds. “There is a child present!”

“My ass! Dat’s a tall glass a’ watah…” Franco smirks, not even subtly checking Eli out.

Eli’s face immediately reflects disgust, looking at Franco up and down with a scowl. Well, at least that was something he was used to.

“Tell me dear, what do you like to wear? These clothes are filthy! You need something nice,” Phyllis asks.

“…Pants would be nice…”

“SO HE CAN TALK?” Franco exclaims.

It’s met with a glare.

“Come along then, little gosling! Mother knows where to go!” Phyllis giggles.

Eli takes her hand and they walk out of the sleep room.

“Tell them to release Coyle into the trial Gooseberry and Patchwork are entering. Mother needs to meet Baby’s father.”

[wckdaprl]

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.

[queenofthepunks]

Well the moment yall been waiting for... my Prime Asset OC!!!!

⚠️TW: mentions of murder and violence.

Peachy Zarcone

And I'll give yall some more info on her for those whi can't read my GOD AWFUL hand writing.

age: 24

born: March 5, 1941, in Brooklyn, New York (Obviously)

nationality: Italian-American (aka New Yorker, she's also got Chinese roots to her aswell)

abilities: Peachy is completely blind but is extraordinary with stealth.

She has an INHUMANLY sense of hearing and smell and can spot her victims through noise and even body odor.

She is VERY aggressive when it comes to her kills, resulting to becoming easily agitated when she can't find her victims due to her short temper she hides from her ditzy and immature persona.

What she's known as: the Brooklyn Daredevil, Assassin, Axe Murderer, and is called the "Mafia's Sweetheart"

Crimes: Petty Theft, Acts of Assult, 2nd degree Murder and Ect. (Ment to write 2nd degree murder in the Pic 💀💀💀)

Her Relationships with the other Prime assets.

Franco: Peachy is Franco's niece, of course she loves him to death, he has only seen her twice during her childhood when he and Salvatore would come to New York to visit Holly and Giovanni (Peachy's parents) which was VERY rare because of their line of work (and the events of Francos past) but got to know her Uncle more after being captured by Murkoff and realized they had a lot more in common then they thought, and let's just say Franco secretly has a soft spot for his niece and genuinely cares about her deep down.

Coyle: cannot STAND Coyle she finds him quite annoying since one minute he's cat calling her and then the next minute taunts her, his first reaction meeting her was like. "Oh great, we got ANOTHER fucking italian ruining the goddamn law." LOL

Mother Gooseberry: though she doesn't interact much with her due to her trauma with her Mother (the mommy issues are REAL with this one) somehow she feels oddly safe around her when Dr. Futterman isn't opening his mouth, and due to the trauma with her Father Futterman reminded her WAY too much of him, even thinking. "Tch... him and my dad would've gotten along pretty fucking well!😒"

Sorry I'm not exactly that great at writing lore but if yall wanna know more about her well yall definitely will REGARDLESS lmao! Plus this is only small info of her.

[goldenponcho]

Milkbones

Jump to Chapter 1

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!

[uhmbrella98]

How each of the assets feel about Vivian

This is a deep dive into how the prime assets (plus Dr. Easterman and Futterman) feels about Vivian Amberson, and how Vivian feels about them

Phyllis- She loves her to pieces. She feels that Vivian is a "good child" and loves playing mother for her. She loves how Vivian calls her "mommy" but not in a kinky way. She does however think of Vivian's outbursts as tantrums, which for some odd reason she endorses, so Vivian is someone she cherishes deeply.

Vivian also loves Phyllis for the same reasons. She feels comfortable with talking about her issues and gets loved the way she's always wanted to be loved. Although she does hate when Phyllis tries to pressure her into taking cocaine. She already saw what cocaine did to her biological sister and she swears to never do any drugs due to it. But when playing, the two of them often make puppets or does something artistic. One time Vivian got in trouble for giving Dr. Futterman a taper fade for a haircut.

Leland- He hates Vivian, like how he hates the other 2 assets. He hates how emotional she is, he hates how she's so defensive of Franco, and he especially hates how she sort of forced him into a fatherly role despite him hating kids (mainly due to Franco and his baby role). He lashes out at her a lot and often will do anything to avoid her, even if that means turning down trials just to not be with her. The victim is also the abuser.

Vivian loves him however. Despite being distraught by Leland's so-called "cheating", she loves her father dearly and often looks up to Leland like a child would often look up to their parents. Especially since Leland is a very traditional man and she respects him as the "man of the house". But she did force him into this situation so he doesn't come around often. She often misses her "daddy".

Franco- He absolutely adores Vivian. At first he mainly viewed her as just another fine lady, soon she caught on to his baby antics and became sort of like his big sister, so now he often comes to her when he's either vulnerable or upset. But he also likes playing with her in a traditionally childish way, like with toys, or games like hide and seek or tag. He mainly just thinks of her as his protector and best friend, on top of being his sister. The reason why he doesn't bother to ogle at her is because of her lack of curves, he prefers Gooseberry in that manner.

Vivian loves Franco too. She mainly loves how she can be the big sister she's always wanted, so she often coddles Franco. But despite her coddling him, she does hold him accountable for his actions. If he breaks a toy, it's his fault, if he throws a tantrum, she calls him down but makes sure he's well disciplined, but strangly, she never lays her hands on him. It's more of a gentle parenting situation. She's refusing to become a "boy mom", so she's gentle but can be a little strict at times. But all in all, Franco is just a baby in her eyes and she loves baby to pieces.

Dr. Futterman- He never really wanted grandkids but he's oddly chill with Vivian. Mainly because he doesn't annoy him like Phyllis does and she keeps Phyllis occupied. But he especially liked that haircut situation because it got Phyllis riled up. He sort of enjoys her presence, despite on multiple occasions making her cry due to his cruelty.

Vivian loves Dr. Futterman, even if he can be a bit of a "grumpy goose" as she puts it. Whenever she's playing with him she calls him a "silly goose", which angers him, but she thinks it's funny. Like how she looks up to Leland, she looks up to Futterman. She thinks that since he raised such a great mama, he must be a good papa. But when he makes Vivi upset, she often does stuff to inconvenience him. Like one time dunked him in water so the circuits to the drill part of him didn't work. But she loves her grandfather. "Papa Futterman" as she puts it.

Dr. Easterman- He views Vivian as, well, an asset. He says she has potential to destroy the "perverts" (she addresses reagents as perverts) but really only chose her to become a prime asset because she was fast and flexible. He values her strength over her emotional state. But he enjoys the family dynamic that she established and often commands her for her impressive display of what he finds to be authority.

Vivian hates Dr. Easterman, or, that's what she likes to say. She hates how he "assists the perverts" and how he forces her to take away time from her "precious family". But she secretly craves his approval since he's the one who brought the family together. So she doesn't really hate him, that's what she just gaslights herself into believing.

Anyways, I wrote this instead of coming up with a fanfic. I might write a part 2 to "daddy's a cheater", but not tonight. Thank you for listening to me yap.

[sharrkbitez]

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…)

[wendigoruble]

✨️Info dump on my reagent oc, Gen✨️

Basics:

Full Name: Gen E. Ricc

Nickname(s): Coward, Rat, Stalker

Age: 25

Height: 5'8

He/She

Past:

Gen is basically the ideal person that Easterman would look for. He had a homelife in which he didn't perceive himself to have any inherent value to those around him. He very much felt forgotten in his own life and would typically spend time alone.

Once old enough, he would go on to work various odd jobs until stumbling across a flyer for the Murkoff charity. She was quick to apply and was soon taken to the Sinyala facility.

Present:

Gen has a reputation for being one of the biggest cowards in the program. So much so that it earned him that nickname. She frequently hides during trials and will refuse to aid other reagents out of fear. You do not want to do a trial with him. He'd be awful.

It's quite honestly a miracle that she hasn't been kicked out or killed.

No one really knows why she's allowed to stay when she doesn't actively make progress and just seems like a dead end.

Outside of this, she generally tries to come off as happy and helpful to others, as much as she can anyway. She will go out of her way to comfort others to the best of her ability, especially during post trial periods. She wants to make everyone else feel cared for and included.

Prime Asset Relationships:

☆Gooseberry:

Due to lingering memories of her past, he has a deep fear and discomfort about Gooseberry. Seeing Phyllis and Futterman as bickering parents more than anything else. He doesn't like the cursing, swearing, or harsh tone, and not even that soft voice can make him come around. He will avoid Gooseberry at all costs. The drill aspect of it all doesn't help either.

Because of the extreme avoidance, Phyllis has no opinion of Gen.

☆Coyle:

He doesn't find Coyle that charming either. Mostly, he's just annoyed by him and his comments. Though he does heavily fear the possibility of being electrocuted so it's another situation where he tries to avoid him as much as possible.

Again, due to avoidance, Coyle doesn't really have an opinion on Gen outside of just his general distaste for reagents.

☆Franco:

No one knows where it started, but Gen will actively seek out and stalk Franco throughout any trial they have together. Of course, she keeps her distance and wants to remain out of rage of lupara, but that doesn't stop her from trailing behind him. She likes listening to the things he says and how he moves. She's drawn to his fragile shell of confidence.

She's so good at stalking him that she can be an informant for other reagents because of it.

Due to a lot of personal issues Gen faces, he can't really discern between physical or emotional affection. If you ask him how he feels about Franco, he's likely to say something along the lines of "I don't know I just do, he's shaped." He can't really explain his attraction at all.

He will passively aid Franco if he's hurt, but mostly in the way of just throwing bandages or meds at him before running away.

Franco sees Gen as a pseudo-friend and toy to some degree. Entertaining enough not to shoot on sight and not to let him die, but will also frequently rough him up and use him as a ██████. Gen feels that this is a replacement for physical affection and accepts it gladly. This leads to a lot of embarrassing situations, though, when Gen has to leave any trial that had to do with him.

[the-hunter-himself]

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.

[makeucrawl]

Hello. Spooks here.

Welcome to my side blog!

This blog will contain:

Head canons

Mini stories/Fan fiction

Character boards

OC stuff

This blog will contain:

‼️SWF and NSFW posts‼️

‼️🔞minors DNI🔞‼️

-Character List:

-Dr.Easterman

-Leland Coyle

-Jack Maxwell (Reagent Oc)

-Franco Barbi

-I post A LOT about my crack ship(Coyle/Easterman “ShockTherapy”)

Ty for the follows!

Other account:

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[evilejfan]

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.